text_original: [MPRESSIOK In these restrained and careful times Our knowledge petrifies oar rhym Ali ! for that reckless Are men had When it was witty to be mad, 336 POEMS OF SENTIMENT. When wild conceits were piled in scores, And lit by flaring metaphors, When all was crazed and out of tune, — Yet throbbed with music of the moon.
text_transcription: IMPRESSION IN THESE RESTRAINED AND CAREFUL TIMES OUR KNOWLEDGE PETRIFIES OUR RHYMES AH FOR THAT RECKLESS FIRE MAN HAD WHEN IT WAS WITTY TO BE MAD WHEN WILD CONCEITS WERE PILED IN SCORES AND LIT BY FLARING METAPHORS WHEN ALL WAS CRAZED AND OUT OF TUNE YET THROBBED WITH MUSIC OF THE MOON
phonemes: [ˈɛmpɹˈɛsɪˌɑːk ɪn ðiːz ɹᵻstɹˈeɪnd ænd kˈɛɹfəl tˈaɪmz ˌaʊɚ nˈɑːlɪdʒ pˈɛtɹᵻfˌaɪz ˈɔːɹ ɹˈɪm ˈɑːli ! fɔːɹ ðæt ɹˈɛkləs ɑːɹ mˈɛn hæd wɛn ɪt wʌz wˈɪɾi təbi mˈæd, θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi sˈɪks pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv sˈɛntɪmənt. wˌɛn wˈaɪld kənsˈiːts wɜː pˈaɪld ɪn skˈɔːɹz, ænd lˈɪt baɪ flˈɛɹɪŋ mˈɛɾəfˌɔːɹz, wˌɛn ˈɔːl wʌz kɹˈeɪzd ænd ˌaʊɾəv tˈuːn, — jˈɛt θɹˈɑːbd wɪð mjˈuːzɪk ʌvðə mˈuːn.