text_original: I rise, and laugh, and say I will not care; I call them idle fancies, one and all. And yet, suspended by a single hair, The sword of Fate seems trembling soon to fall.
text_transcription: I RISE AND LAUGH AND SAY I WILL NOT CARE I CALL THEM IDLE FANCIES ONE AND ALL AND YET SUSPENDED BY A SINGLE HARE THE SWORD OF FATE SEEMS TREMBLING SOON TO FALL
phonemes: aɪ ɹˈaɪz, ænd lˈæf, ænd sˈeɪ aɪ wɪl nˌɑːt kˈɛɹ; aɪ kˈɔːl ðˌɛm ˈaɪdəl fˈænsiz, wˈʌn ænd ˈɔːl. ænd jˈɛt, səspˈɛndᵻd baɪ ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl hˈɛɹ, ðə sˈɔːɹd ʌv fˈeɪt sˈiːmz tɹˈɛmblɪŋ sˈuːn tə fˈɔːl.