text_original: 'T was that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature im  prove, When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
text_transcription: TWAS THAT FRIENDS THE BELOVED OF MY BOSOM WERE NEAR WHO MADE EVERY DEAR SCENE OF ENCHANTMENT DEAR AND WHO FELT HOW THE BEST CHARMS OF NATURE IMPROVE WHEN WE SEE THEM REFLECTED FROM LOOKS THAT WE LOVE
phonemes: tˈiː wʌz ðæt fɹˈɛndz, ðə bᵻlˈʌvd ʌv maɪ bˈʊzəm, wɜː nˈɪɹ, hˌuː mˌeɪd ˈɛvɹi dˈɪɹ sˈiːn ʌv ɛntʃˈæntmənt mˈɔːɹ dˈɪɹ, ænd hˌuː fˈɛlt hˌaʊ ðə bˈɛst tʃˈɑːɹmz ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚɹ ˈɪm pɹˈuːv, wˌɛn wiː sˈiː ðˌɛm ɹᵻflˈɛktᵻd fɹʌm lˈʊks ðæt wiː lˈʌv.