text_original: Hark! a cry from yon dell on the startled ear rings, And forth from the wood the young fugitive springs, Through the copse, o'er the bog, and oh, saints be his guide
text_transcription: HARK A CRY FROM YOND DELL ON THE STARTLED EAR RINGS AND FORTH FROM THE WOOD THE YOUNG FUGITIVE SPRINGS THROUGH THE COPSE OVER THE BOG AND O SAINTS BE HIS GUIDE
phonemes: hˈɑːɹk! ɐ kɹˈaɪ fɹʌm jˈɑːn dˈɛl ɔnðə stˈɑːɹɾəld ˈɪɹ ɹˈɪŋz, ænd fˈɔːɹθ fɹʌmðə wˈʊd ðə jˈʌŋ fjˈuːdʒᵻtˌɪv spɹˈɪŋz, θɹuː ðə kˈɑːps, ˈɔːɹ ðə bˈɑːɡ, ænd ˈoʊ, sˈeɪnts biː hɪz ɡˈaɪd