text_original: Flanked by dim ramparts, where the tide dreams by, High from the city's heart, a lifted spear, In its straight splendour makes the heavens seem near, Symbol of man made force that shall not die.
text_transcription: FLANKED BY DIM RAMPARTS WHERE THE TIDE DREAMS SPY HIGH FROM THE CITY'S HEART A LIFTED SPEAR IN ITS STRAIT SPLENDOR MAKES THE HEAVENS SEEM NEAR SYMBOL OF MAN MADE FORCE THAT SHALL NOT DIE
phonemes: flˈæŋkt baɪ dˈɪm ɹˈæmpɑːɹts, wˌɛɹ ðə tˈaɪd dɹˈiːmz bˈaɪ, hˈaɪ fɹʌmðə sˈɪɾiz hˈɑːɹt, ɐ lˈɪftᵻd spˈɪɹ, ɪn ɪts stɹˈeɪt splˈɛndɚ mˌeɪks ðə hˈɛvənz sˈiːm nˈɪɹ, sˈɪmbəl ʌv mˈæn mˌeɪd fˈɔːɹs ðæt ʃˌæl nˌɑːt dˈaɪ.