text_original: With torch and flagon, forth they sped: The fisher glared from the harbor bed! The tide, from his white hair down fallen, All kindly ebbed, now he was dead.
text_transcription: WITH TORCH AND FLAGON FORTH THEY SPED THE FISHER GLARED FROM THE HARBOUR BED THE TIDE FROM HIS WHITE HAIR DOWNFALLEN ALL KINDLY EBBED NOW HE WAS DEAD
phonemes: wɪð tˈɔːɹtʃ ænd flˈæɡən, fˈɔːɹθ ðeɪ spˈɛd: ðə fˈɪʃɚ ɡlˈɛɹd fɹʌmðə hˈɑːɹbɚ bˈɛd! ðə tˈaɪd, fɹʌm hɪz wˈaɪt hˈɛɹ dˌaʊn fˈɔːlən, ˈɔːl kˈaɪndli ˈɛbd, nˈaʊ hiː wʌz dˈɛd.