text_original: Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crowned the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade ; And ye that froin the stately brow Of Windsor's heights the expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey.
text_transcription: YE DISTANT SPIRES YE ANTIQUE TOWERS THAT GROUND THE WATERY GLADE WHERE GRATEFUL SCIENCE STILL ADORES HER HENRY'S HOLY SHADE AND YE THAT FROM THE STATELY BROW OF WINDSOR'S HEIGHTS THE EXPANDS BELOW OF GROVE OF LAWN OF MEAD SURVEY
phonemes: jiː dˈɪstənt spˈaɪɚz, jiː æntˈiːk tˈaʊɚz, ðæt kɹˈaʊnd ðə wˈɔːɾɚɹi ɡlˈeɪd, wˌɛɹ ɡɹˈeɪtfəl sˈaɪəns stˈɪl ɐdˈɔːɹz hɜː hˈɛnɹiz hˈoʊli ʃˈeɪd ; ænd jiː ðæt fɹˈɔɪn ðə stˈeɪtli bɹˈaʊ ʌv wˈɪndsɚz hˈaɪts ðɪ ɛkspˈæns bᵻlˌoʊ ʌv ɡɹˈoʊv, ʌv lˈɔːn, ʌv mˈiːd sˈɜːveɪ.