text_original: Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
text_transcription: BREAK BREAK BREAK ON THY COLD GRAY STONES O SEA AND I WOULD THAT MY TONGUE COULD UTTER THE THOUGHTS THAT ARISE IN ME
phonemes: bɹˈeɪk, bɹˈeɪk, bɹˈeɪk, ˌɔn ðˌaɪ kˈoʊld ɡɹˈeɪ stˈoʊnz, ˈoʊ sˈiː! ænd aɪ wʊd ðæt maɪ tˈʌŋ kʊd ˈʌɾɚ ðə θˈɔːts ðæt ɚɹˈaɪz ɪn mˌiː.