text_original: The Unavenged he seemed to be! Then fell each monk upon his knee: 'Lord Christ!' the abbot sang, awe stricken: 'Rest my old rival's soul!' sang he.
text_transcription: THE UNAVENGED HE SEEMED TO BE THEN FELL EACH MONK UPON HIS KNEE LORD CHRIST THE ABBOT SANG AWE STRICKEN REST MY OLD RIVAL'S SOUL SANG HE
phonemes: ðɪ ʌnɐvˈɛndʒd hiː sˈiːmd tə bˈiː! ðˈɛn fˈɛl ˈiːtʃ mˈʌŋk əpˌɑːn hɪz nˈiː: lˈɔːɹd kɹˈaɪst!ðɪ ˈæbət sˈæŋ, ˈɔː stɹˈɪkən: ɹˈɛst maɪ ˈoʊld ɹˈaɪvəlz sˈoʊl!sˈæŋ hiː.