text_original: And speak of one who cannot share The gladness of the scene; Whose part, in all the pomp thai tills The circuit of the summer hills. Is that his grave is green; And deeply would their hearts rejoice To hear again his living voice.
text_transcription: AND SPEAK OF ONE WHO CANNOT SHARE THE GLADNESS OF THE SCENE WHOSE PART IN ALL THE POMP THAT FILLS THE CIRCUIT OF THE SUMMER HILLS IS THAT HIS GRAVE IS GREEN AND DEEPLY WOULD THEIR HEARTS REJOICE TO HEAR AGAIN HIS LIVING VOICE
phonemes: ænd spˈiːk ʌv wˈʌn hˌuː kænˈɑːt ʃˈɛɹ ðə ɡlˈædnəs ʌvðə sˈiːn; hˌuːz pˈɑːɹt, ɪn ˈɔːl ðə pˈɑːmp tˈaɪ tˈɪlz ðə sˈɜːkɪt ʌvðə sˈʌmɚ hˈɪlz. ɪz ðæt hɪz ɡɹˈeɪv ɪz ɡɹˈiːn; ænd dˈiːpli wʊd ðɛɹ hˈɑːɹts ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪs tə hˈɪɹ ɐɡˈɛn hɪz lˈɪvɪŋ vˈɔɪs.