text_original: voices that howl and shriek ! The horrid swarm before the tempest tossed— O Heaven ! — descends my lowly roof to seek : Bends the strong wall beneath the furious host. 02 POEMS OF FANCY. Totters the house, as though, like dry leaf shorn From autumn bough and on the mad blast borne, Up from its deep foundations it were torn To join the stormy whirl. Ah ! all is lost
text_transcription: VOICES THAT HOWL AND SHRIEK THE HORRID SWARM BEFORE THE TEMPEST TOSSED O HEAVEN DESCENDS MY LOWLY ROOF TO SEEK BENDS THE STRONG WALL BENEATH THE FURIOUS HOST TOTTERS THE HOUSE AS THOUGH LIKE DRY LEAVES SHORN FROM AUTUMN BOUGH AND ON THE MAD BLAST BORNE UP FROM ITS DEEP FOUNDATIONS IT WERE TORN TO JOIN THE STORMY WHIRL AH ALL IS LOST
phonemes: vˈɔɪsᵻz ðæt hˈaʊl ænd ʃɹˈiːk ! ðə hˈɔːɹɪd swˈɔːɹm bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə tˈɛmpɪst tˈɔst— ˈoʊ hˈɛvən ! — dᵻsˈɛndz maɪ lˈoʊli ɹˈuːf tə sˈiːk : bˈɛndz ðə stɹˈɔŋ wˈɔːl bᵻnˌiːθ ðə fjˈʊɹɹiəs hˈoʊst. zˈiəɹoʊ tˈuː pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv fˈænsi. tˈɑːɾɚz ðə hˈaʊs, æz ðˌoʊ, lˈaɪk dɹˈaɪ lˈiːf ʃˈɔːɹn fɹʌm ˈɔːɾʌm bˈaʊ ænd ɔnðə mˈæd blˈæst bˈɔːɹn, ˌʌp fɹʌm ɪts dˈiːp faʊndˈeɪʃənz ɪt wɜː tˈɔːɹn tə dʒˈɔɪn ðə stˈɔːɹmi wˈɜːl. ˈɑː ! ˈɔːl ɪz lˈɔst