text_original: It was for him I chased The Persians o'er wild and waste, As General of the East; Night after night I lay In their camps of yesterday; Their forage was my feast. 564 BELISARIUS For him, with sails of red, And torches at masthead, Piloting the great fleet, I swept the Afric coasts And scattered the Vandal hosts, Like dust in a windy street.
text_transcription: IT WAS FOR HIM I CHASED THE PERSIANS OVER WILD AND WASTE AS GENERAL OF THE EAST NIGHT AFTER NIGHT I LAY IN THEIR CAMPS OF YESTERDAY THEIR FORAGE WAS MY FEAST FOR HIM WITH SAILS OF RED AND TORCHES AT MAST HEAD PILOTING THE GREAT FLEET I SWEPT THE AFRIC COASTS AND SCATTERED THE VANDAL HOSTS LIKE DUST IN A WINDY STREET
phonemes: ɪt wʌz fɔːɹ hˌɪm aɪ tʃˈeɪst ðə pˈɜːʒənz ˈɔːɹ wˈaɪld ænd wˈeɪst, æz dʒˈɛnɚɹəl ʌvðɪ ˈiːst; nˈaɪt ˈæftɚ nˈaɪt aɪ lˈeɪ ɪn ðɛɹ kˈæmps ʌv jˈɛstɚdˌeɪ; ðɛɹ fˈɔːɹɪdʒ wʌz maɪ fˈiːst. fˈaɪvhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti fˈɔːɹ bᵻlɪsˈɛɹɪəs fɔːɹ hˌɪm, wɪð sˈeɪlz ʌv ɹˈɛd, ænd tˈɔːɹtʃᵻz æt mˈæsthɛd, pˈaɪləɾɪŋ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt flˈiːt, aɪ swˈɛpt ðɪ ˈæfɹɪk kˈoʊsts ænd skˈæɾɚd ðə vˈændəl hˈoʊsts, lˈaɪk dˈʌst ɪn ɐ wˈɪndi stɹˈiːt.