text_original: Though no Taenarian blocks uphold my dwelling, Nor ivory panels shine 'tween gilded beams ; No orchards mine Phaeacia's woods excelling, No chiselled grots where Marcian water streams,— Yet Song is mine ; my strain the heart engages ; Faint from the dance sinks the lithe Muse with me : O happy maid whose name adorns my pages
text_transcription: THOUGH NO TENARIAN BLOCKS UPHOLD MY DWELLING NOR IVORY PANELS SHINE TWEEN GILDED BEAMS NO ORCHARDS MINE FEACIOUS WOODS EXCELLING NO CHISELLED GROTS WHERE MARSIAN WATER STREAMS YET SONG IS MINE MY STRAIN THE HEART ENGAGES FAINT FROM THE DANCE SINKS THE LITHE MUSE WITH ME O HAPPY MAID WHOSE NAME ADORNS MY PAGES
phonemes: ðˌoʊ nˈoʊ tiːnˈɛɹiən blˈɑːks ʌphˈoʊld maɪ dwˈɛlɪŋ, nˈɔːɹ ˈaɪvɚɹi pˈænəlz ʃˈaɪn twˈiːn ɡˈɪldᵻd bˈiːmz ; nˈoʊ ˈɔːɹtʃɚdz mˈaɪn fiːˈeɪʃəz wˈʊdz ɛksˈɛlɪŋ, nˈoʊ tʃˈɪzəld ɡɹˈɑːts wˌɛɹ mˈɑːɹʃiən wˈɔːɾɚ stɹˈiːmz,— jˈɛt sˈɔŋ ɪz mˈaɪn ; maɪ stɹˈeɪn ðə hˈɑːɹt ɛŋɡˈeɪdʒᵻz ; fˈeɪnt fɹʌmðə dˈæns sˈɪŋks ðə lˈaɪð mjˈuːz wɪð mˌiː : ˈoʊ hˈæpi mˈeɪd hˌuːz nˈeɪm ɐdˈɔːɹnz maɪ pˈeɪdʒᵻz