text_original: 83 And reach past the mountains curling rim ; — If, while the troopers were burying him, With thought of hell and the judgment grim, He were stretching his limbs from life's fetter curse To rest in the golden universe
text_transcription: AND REACH PAST THE MOUNTAIN'S CURLING RIM IF WHILE THE TROOPERS WERE BURYING HIM WITH THOUGHT OF HELL AND THE JUDGMENT GRIM HE WAS STRETCHING HIS LIMBS FROM LIFE'S FETTER CURS TO REST IN THE GOLDEN UNIVERSE
phonemes: ˈeɪɾi θɹˈiː ænd ɹˈiːtʃ pˈæst ðə mˈaʊntɪnz kˈɜːlɪŋ ɹˈɪm ; — ɪf, wˌaɪl ðə tɹˈuːpɚz wɜː bˈɛɹiɪŋ hˌɪm, wɪð θˈɔːt ʌv hˈɛl ænd ðə dʒˈʌdʒmənt ɡɹˈɪm, hiː wɜː stɹˈɛtʃɪŋ hɪz lˈɪmz fɹʌm lˈaɪfz fˈɛɾɚ kˈɜːs tə ɹˈɛst ɪnðə ɡˈoʊldən jˈuːnɪvˌɜːs