text_original: Mount to thy chariot, while in speechless roaring Terror and Force before thee clear the way! The shadow of thy helmet, like the flashing Of brazen star, strikes through the trembling air.
text_transcription: MOUNT TO THY CHARIOT WHILE IN SPEECHLESS ROARING TERROR AND FORCE BEFORE THEE CLEARED AWAY THE SHADOW OF THY HELMET LIKE THE FLASHING OF BRAZEN STAR STRIKES THROUGH THE TREMBLING AIR
phonemes: mˈaʊnt tə ðˌaɪ tʃˈæɹiət, wˌaɪl ɪn spˈiːtʃləs ɹˈɔːɹɪŋ tˈɛɹɚ ænd fˈɔːɹs bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðiː klˈɪɹ ðə wˈeɪ! ðə ʃˈædoʊ ʌv ðˌaɪ hˈɛlmɪt, lˈaɪk ðə flˈæʃɪŋ ʌv bɹˈeɪzən stˈɑːɹ, stɹˈaɪks θɹuː ðə tɹˈɛmblɪŋ ˈɛɹ.