text_original: "How far less blest am I than them Daily to pine and waste with care! Like the poor plant, that, from its stem Divided, feels the chilling air.
text_transcription: HOW FAR LESS BLESSED AM I THAN THEM DAILY TO PINE AND WASTE WITH CARE LIKE THE POOR PLANT THAT FROM ITS STEM DIVIDED FEELS THE CHILLING AIR
phonemes: "hˌaʊ fˈɑːɹ lˈɛs blˈɛst æm aɪ ðɐn ðˌɛm dˈeɪli tə pˈaɪn ænd wˈeɪst wɪð kˈɛɹ! lˈaɪk ðə pˈʊɹ plˈænt, ðˈæt, fɹʌm ɪts stˈɛm dᵻvˈaɪdᵻd, fˈiːlz ðə tʃˈɪlɪŋ ˈɛɹ.