text_original: Oh! if thy soul 's at latter gasp for spa< e, With trying to breathe no bigger than thj race Just to be fellowed, when that Hem hast found 2G0 POEMS OF NATURE. No man with room or grace enough of bound To entertain that New thou tell'st, thou art — 'T is here, ? t is here thou canst unhand thy heart And breathe it freely, and breathe it free By rangy marsh, in lone sea liberty.
text_transcription: OH IF THY SOULS AT LETTER GASP FOR SPACE WITH TRYING TO BREATHE NO BIGGER THAN THY RACE JUST TO BE FALLOWED WHEN THAT THOU HAST FOUND NO MAN WITH ROOM OR GRACE ENOUGH OF BOUND TO ENTERTAIN THAT NEW THOU TELLEST THOU ART TIS HERE TIS HERE THOU CANST UNHEND THY HEART AND BREATHE IT FREELY AND BREATHE IT FREE BY RANGY MARSH IN LONE SEA LIBERTY
phonemes: ˈoʊ! ɪf ðˌaɪ sˈoʊl ˈɛs æt lˈæɾɚ ɡˈæsp fɔːɹ spˈɑː ˈiː, wɪð tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə bɹˈiːð nˈoʊ bˈɪɡɚ ðɐn tˌiːˌeɪtʃdʒˈeɪ ɹˈeɪs dʒˈʌst təbi fˈɛloʊd, wˌɛn ðæt hˈɛm hˈeɪst fˈaʊnd tˈuː dʒˈiː zˈiəɹoʊ pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ. nˈoʊ mˈæn wɪð ɹˈuːm ɔːɹ ɡɹˈeɪs ɪnˈʌf ʌv bˈaʊnd tʊ ˌɛntɚtˈeɪn ðæt nˈuː ðˈaʊ tˈɛlst, ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt — tˈiː ɪz hˈɪɹ, ? tˈiː ɪz hˈɪɹ ðˈaʊ kˈænst ʌnhˈænd ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt ænd bɹˈiːð ɪt fɹˈiːli, ænd bɹˈiːð ɪt fɹˈiː baɪ ɹˈæŋi mˈɑːɹʃ, ɪn lˈoʊn sˈiː lˈɪbɚɾi.