text_original: Those lips are thine, — thy own sweet smile I SL*e, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child; chase all thy fears away!
text_transcription: THOSE LIPS ARE THINE THY OWN SWEET SMILE I SEE THE SAME THAT OFT IN CHILDHOOD SOLACED ME VOICE ONLY FAILS ELSE HOW DISTINCT THEY SAY GRIEVE NOT MY CHILD CHASE ALL THY FEARS AWAY
phonemes: ðoʊz lˈɪps ɑːɹ ðˈaɪn, — ðˌaɪ ˈoʊn swˈiːt smˈaɪl aɪ ˌɛsˈɛl ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈiː, ðə sˈeɪm ðæt ˈɔft ɪn tʃˈaɪldhʊd sˈɑːlɪst mˌiː; vˈɔɪs ˈoʊnli fˈeɪlz, ˈɛls hˌaʊ dɪstˈɪŋkt ðeɪ sˈeɪ, " ɡɹˈiːv nˈɑːt, maɪ tʃˈaɪld; tʃˈeɪs ˈɔːl ðˌaɪ fˈɪɹz ɐwˈeɪ!