text_original: LIFE WELL LOST Winged by desire and thee, O dear delight! As still the vast and succoring air I tread, So, mounting still, on swifter pinions sped, I scorn the world, and heaven receives my flight.
text_transcription: LIFE WELL LOST WINGED BY DESIRE AND THEE O DEAR DELIGHT AS STILL THE VAST AND SUCCORING AIR I TREAD SO MOUNTING STILL ON SWIFTER OPINIONS SPED I SCORN THE WORLD AND HEAVEN RECEIVES MY FLIGHT
phonemes: lˈaɪf wˈɛl lˈɔst wˈɪŋd baɪ dɪzˈaɪɚ ænd ðˈiː, ˈoʊ dˈɪɹ dᵻlˈaɪt! æz stˈɪl ðə vˈæst ænd sˈʌkɚɹɪŋ ˈɛɹ aɪ tɹˈɛd, sˈoʊ, mˈaʊntɪŋ stˈɪl, ˌɔn swˈɪftɚ pˈɪniənz spˈɛd, aɪ skˈɔːɹn ðə wˈɜːld, ænd hˈɛvən ɹᵻsˈiːvz maɪ flˈaɪt.