text_original: Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear, If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
text_transcription: YET IF WE COULD SCORN HATE AND PRIDE AND FEAR IF WE WERE THINGS BORN NOT TO SHED TEAR I KNOW NOT HOW THY JOY WE EVER SHOULD COME NEAR
phonemes: jˈɛt ɪf wiː kʊd skˈɔːɹn hˈeɪt ænd pɹˈaɪd ænd fˈɪɹ, ɪf wiː wɜː θˈɪŋz bˈɔːɹn nˌɑːt tə ʃˈɛd ɐ tˈɪɹ, aɪ nˈoʊ nˌɑːt hˌaʊ ðˌaɪ dʒˈɔɪ wiː ˈɛvɚ ʃˌʊd kˈʌm nˈɪɹ.