text_original: In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud; Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
text_transcription: IN THE FELL CLUTCH OF CIRCUMSTANCE I HAVE NOT WINCED NOR CRIED ALOUD UNDER THE BLUDGEONINGS OF CHANCE MY HEAD IS BLOODY BUT UNBOWED
phonemes: ɪnðə fˈɛl klˈʌtʃ ʌv sˈɜːkəmstˌæns aɪ hɐvnˌɑːt wˈɪnst nˈɔːɹ kɹˈaɪd ɐlˈaʊd; ˌʌndɚ ðə blˈʌdʒənɪŋz ʌv tʃˈæns maɪ hˈɛd ɪz blˈʌdi, bˌʌt ʌnbˈaʊd.