text_original: Infirm and blind and old. With gray, uncovered head, Beneath the very arch Of my triumphal march, I stand and beg my bread ! Methinks I still can hear, Sounding distinct and near. The Vandal monarch's cry, 565 ROME As, captive and disgraced, With majestic step he paced, — "All, all is vanity!" Ah
text_transcription: INFIRM AND BLIND AND OLD WITH GREY UNCOVERED HEAD BENEATH THE VERY ARCH OF MY TRIUMPHAL MARCH I STAND AND BEG MY BREAD METHINKS I STILL CAN HEAR SOUNDING DISTINCT AND NEAR THE VENDAL MONARCH'S CRY AS CAPTIVE AND DISGRACED WITH MAJESTIC STEP HE PACED ALL ALL IS VANITY AH
phonemes: ɪnfˈɜːm ænd blˈaɪnd ænd ˈoʊld. wɪð ɡɹˈeɪ, ʌŋkˈʌvɚd hˈɛd, bᵻnˌiːθ ðə vˈɛɹi ˈɑːɹtʃ ʌv maɪ tɹˈaɪʌmfəl mˈɑːɹtʃ, aɪ stˈænd ænd bˈɛɡ maɪ bɹˈɛd ! miːθˈɪŋks aɪ stˈɪl kæn hˈɪɹ, sˈaʊndɪŋ dɪstˈɪŋkt ænd nˈɪɹ. ðə vˈændəl mˈɑːnɚks kɹˈaɪ, fˈaɪvhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti fˈaɪv ɹˈoʊm æz, kˈæptɪv ænd dɪsɡɹˈeɪst, wɪð mɐdʒˈɛstɪk stˈɛp hiː pˈeɪst, — "ˈɔːl, ˈɔːl ɪz vˈænᵻɾi!" ˈɑː