text_original: Till once, 't is said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound ; And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power.
text_transcription: TILL ONCE TIS SAID WHEN ALL WERE FIRED FILLED WITH FURY RAPT INSPIRED FROM THE SUPPORTING MYRTLES ROUND THEY SNATCHED HER INSTRUMENTS OF SOUND AND AS THEY OFT HAD HEARD APART SWEET LESSONS OF HER FORCEFUL ART EACH FOR MADNESS RULED THE HOUR WOULD PROVE HIS OWN EXPRESSIVE POWER
phonemes: tˈɪl wˈʌns, tˈiː ɪz sˈɛd, wˌɛn ˈɔːl wɜː fˈaɪɚd, fˈɪld wɪð fjˈʊɹɹi, ɹˈæpt, ɪnspˈaɪɚd, fɹʌmðə səpˈɔːɹɾɪŋ mˈɜːɾəlz ɹˈaʊnd ðeɪ snˈætʃt hɜːɹ ˈɪnstɹəmənts ʌv sˈaʊnd ; ænd, æz ðeɪ ˈɔft hæd hˈɜːd ɐpˈɑːɹt swˈiːt lˈɛsənz ʌv hɜː fˈɔːɹsfəl ˈɑːɹt, ˈiːtʃ (fɔːɹ mˈædnəs ɹˈuːld ðɪ ˈaʊɚ) wʊd pɹˈuːv hɪz ˈoʊn ɛkspɹˈɛsɪv pˈaʊɚ.