text_original: At a friend's mansion I began to dread The cold neat parlor and the gay glazed bed; At home I felt a more decided taste, And must have all things in my order placed. I ceased to hunt; my horses pleased me less,   My dinner more; I learned to play at chess.
text_transcription: AT A FRIEND'S MANSION I BEGAN TO DREAD THE COLD NEAT PARLOUR AND THE GAY GLAZED BED AT HOME I FELT A MORE DECIDED TASTE AND MUST HAVE ALL THINGS IN MY ORDER PLACED I CEASED TO HUNT MY HORSES PLEASED ME LESS MY DINNER MORE I LEARNED TO PLAY AT CHESS
phonemes: æɾə fɹˈɛndz mˈænʃən aɪ bɪɡˈæn tə dɹˈɛd ðə kˈoʊld nˈiːt pˈɑːɹlɚ ænd ðə ɡˈeɪ ɡlˈeɪzd bˈɛd; æt hˈoʊm aɪ fˈɛlt ɐ mˈɔːɹ dᵻsˈaɪdᵻd tˈeɪst, ænd mˈʌstɐv ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz ɪn maɪ ˈɔːɹdɚ plˈeɪst. aɪ sˈiːst tə hˈʌnt; maɪ hˈɔːɹsᵻz plˈiːzd mˌiː lˈɛs,   maɪ dˈɪnɚ mˈɔːɹ; aɪ lˈɜːnd tə plˈeɪ æt tʃˈɛs.