text_original: Go'st thou to build an early name, Or early in the task to die ? Keen son of trade, with eager brow ! Who is now fluttering in thy snare ? Thy golden fortunes, tower they now, Or melt the glittering spires in air
text_transcription: GOEST THOU TO BUILD AN EARLY NAME OR EARLY IN THE TASK TO DIE KEEN SON OF TRADE WITH EAGER BROW WHO IS NOW FLUTTERING IN THY SNARE THY GOLDEN FORTUNES TOWER THEY NOW O'ER MELT THE GLITTERING SPIRES IN AIR
phonemes: ɡˈɑːst ðˈaʊ tə bˈɪld ɐn ˈɜːli nˈeɪm, ɔːɹ ˈɜːli ɪnðə tˈæsk tə dˈaɪ ? kˈiːn sˈʌn ʌv tɹˈeɪd, wɪð ˈiːɡɚ bɹˈaʊ ! hˌuː ɪz nˈaʊ flˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ ɪn ðˌaɪ snˈɛɹ ? ðˌaɪ ɡˈoʊldən fˈɔːɹtʃʊnz, tˈaʊɚ ðeɪ nˈaʊ, ɔːɹ mˈɛlt ðə ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ spˈaɪɚz ɪn ˈɛɹ