text_original: Dead or alive I issued, scarce sure which. High overhead Giotto's tower soared; Behind, the Duomo rose all white and black; Then pealed a sudden jargoning of bells, And down the darkling street I wildly fled, Led by a little, cold, and wandering moon, Which seemed as lonely and as lost as I.
text_transcription: DEAD OR ALIVE I ISSUED SCARCE SURE WHICH HIGH OVERHEAD JOTTO'S TOWER SOARED BEHIND THE DWARM ROSE ALL WHITE AND BLACK THEN PEALED A SUDDEN JARGONING OF BELLS AND DOWN THE DARKLING STREET I WILDLY FLED LED BY A LITTLE COLD AND WANDERING MOON WHICH SEEMED AS LONELY AND AS LOST AS I
phonemes: dˈɛd ɔːɹ ɐlˈaɪv aɪ ˈɪʃuːd, skˈɛɹs ʃˈʊɹ wˈɪtʃ. hˈaɪ ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd dʒɪˈɑːɾoʊz tˈaʊɚ sˈɔːɹd; bᵻhˈaɪnd, ðə duːˈoʊmoʊ ɹˈoʊz ˈɔːl wˈaɪt ænd blˈæk; ðˈɛn pˈiːld ɐ sˈʌdən dʒˈɑːɹɡənɪŋ ʌv bˈɛlz, ænd dˌaʊn ðə dˈɑːɹklɪŋ stɹˈiːt aɪ wˈaɪldli flˈɛd, lˈɛd baɪ ɐ lˈɪɾəl, kˈoʊld, ænd wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ mˈuːn, wˌɪtʃ sˈiːmd æz lˈoʊnli ænd æz lˈɔst æz ˈaɪ.