text_original: hark! a second shock Tears her strong bottom on the marble rock: Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries, The fated victims, shuddering, roll their eyes In wild despair; while vet another stroke, With, deep convulsion, rends the solid oak; Till like the mine, in whose infernal cell The lurking demons of destruction dwell, At length asunder torn her frame divides.
text_transcription: HARK A SECOND SHOCK TEARS HER STRONG BOTTOM ON THE MARBLE ROCK DOWN ON THE VEIL OF DEATH WITH DISMAL CRIES THE FATED VICTIMS SHUDDERING ROLL THEIR EYES IN WILD DESPAIR WHILE YET ANOTHER STROKE WITH DEEP CONVULSION RENDS THE SOLID OAK TILL LIKE THE MINE IN WHOSE INFERNAL CELL THE LURKING DEMONS OF DESTRUCTION DWELL AT LENGTH ASUNDER TORN HER FRAME DIVIDES
phonemes: hˈɑːɹk! ɐ sˈɛkənd ʃˈɑːk tˈɪɹz hɜː stɹˈɔŋ bˈɑːɾəm ɔnðə mˈɑːɹbəl ɹˈɑːk: dˌaʊn ɔnðə vˈeɪl ʌv dˈɛθ, wɪð dˈɪzməl kɹˈaɪz, ðə fˈeɪɾᵻd vˈɪktɪmz, ʃˈʌdɚɹɪŋ, ɹˈoʊl ðɛɹ ˈaɪz ɪn wˈaɪld dᵻspˈɛɹ; wˌaɪl vˈɛt ɐnˈʌðɚ stɹˈoʊk, wɪð, dˈiːp kənvˈʌlʃən, ɹˈɛndz ðə sˈɑːlɪd ˈoʊk; tˈɪl lˈaɪk ðə mˈaɪn, ɪn hˌuːz ɪnfˈɜːnəl sˈɛl ðə lˈɜːkɪŋ dˈiːmənz ʌv dᵻstɹˈʌkʃən dwˈɛl, æt lˈɛŋθ ɐsˈʌndɚ tˈɔːɹn hɜː fɹˈeɪm dᵻvˈaɪdz.