text_original: And when from her toil she lifted her turgid bosom, her sun browned face with glossy curls surrounded, how then thy vesper fires, O Tuscany, did richly tinge with color her bold figure!
text_transcription: AND WHEN FROM HER TOIL SHE LIFTED HER TURGID BOSOM HER SUN BROWNED FACE WITH GLOSSY CURLS SURROUNDED HOW THEN THY VESPER FIRES O TUSCANY DID RICHLY TINGE WITH COLOUR HER BOLD FIGURE
phonemes: ænd wɛn fɹʌm hɜː tˈɔɪl ʃiː lˈɪftᵻd hɜː tˈɜːdʒɪd bˈʊzəm, hɜː sˈʌn bɹˈaʊnd fˈeɪs wɪð ɡlˈɔsi kˈɜːlz sɚɹˈaʊndᵻd, hˌaʊ ðˈɛn ðˌaɪ vˈɛspɚ fˈaɪɚz, ˈoʊ tˈʌskəni, dˈɪd ɹˈɪtʃli tˈɪndʒ wɪð kˈʌlɚ hɜː bˈoʊld fˈɪɡjɚ!