text_original: His small, light head he lifts on high, Impetuous as lie sconrs along; Red lightning glances from liis e\o; Flung on liis curved neck and chest, Toss his crisped manes like warrior's crest) Of the wild chafer's dark brown hues.
text_transcription: HIS SMALL LIGHT HEAD HE LIFTS ON HIGH IMPETUOUS AS HE SCOURS ALONG RED LIGHTNING GLANCES FROM HIS EYE FLUNG ON HIS CURVED NECK AND CHEST TOSS HIS CRISP MANES LIKE WARRIOR'S CREST OF THE WILD CHAFER'S DARK BROWN EWES
phonemes: hɪz smˈɔːl, lˈaɪt hˈɛd hiː lˈɪfts ˌɔn hˈaɪ, ɪmpˈɛtʃuːəs æz lˈaɪ skˈɑːnrz ɐlˈɔŋ; ɹˈɛd lˈaɪtnɪŋ ɡlˈænsᵻz fɹʌm lˈɪaɪz ˈiː bˈækslæʃ ˈoʊ; flˈʌŋ ˌɔn lˈɪaɪz kˈɜːvd nˈɛk ænd tʃˈɛst, tˈɔs hɪz kɹˈɪspt mˈeɪnz lˈaɪk wˈɔːɹɪɚz kɹˈɛst) ʌvðə wˈaɪld tʃˈeɪfɚz dˈɑːɹk bɹˈaʊn hjˈuːz.