text_original: Here castles, like the prisons of despair, Frown as we pass;— there, on the vineyards side, The bursting sunshine poms its si learning tide; While Grief, forgetful amid scenes so fair.
text_transcription: HERE CASTLES LIKE THE PRISONS OF DESPAIR FROWN AS WE PASS THERE ON THE VINEYARD SIDE THE BURSTING SUNSHINE POURS ITS DREAMING TIDE WHILE GRIEF FORGETFUL AMID SCENES SO FAIR
phonemes: hˈɪɹ kˈæsəlz, lˈaɪk ðə pɹˈɪzənz ʌv dᵻspˈɛɹ, fɹˈaʊn æz wiː pˈæs;— ðˈɛɹ, ɔnðə vˈɪnjɚdz sˈaɪd, ðə bˈɜːstɪŋ sˈʌnʃaɪn pˈɑːmz ɪts sˈiː lˈɜːnɪŋ tˈaɪd; wˌaɪl ɡɹˈiːf, fɚɡˈɛtfəl ɐmˈɪd sˈiːnz sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ.