text_original: Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race, Disporting on thy margent green, The paths* of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave, With pliant arm, thy glassy wave? The captive linnet which enthrall?
text_transcription: SAY FATHER THAMES FOR THOU HAST SEEN FULL MANY A SPRIGHTLY RACE DISPORTING ON THY MARGENT GREEN THE PATH OF PLEASURE TRACE WHO FOREMOST NOW DELIGHT TO CLEAVE WITH PLIANT ARM THY GLASSY WAVE THE CAPTIVE LINNET WHICH ENTHRALL
phonemes: sˈeɪ, fˈɑːðɚ tˈɛmz, fɔːɹ ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst sˈiːn fˈʊl mˈɛni ɐ spɹˈaɪtli ɹˈeɪs, dɪspˈɔːɹɾɪŋ ˌɔn ðˌaɪ mˈɑːɹdʒənt ɡɹˈiːn, ðə pˈæθs ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ʌv plˈɛʒɚ tɹˈeɪs; hˌuː fˈɔːɹmoʊst nˈaʊ dᵻlˈaɪt tə klˈiːv, wɪð plˈaɪənt ˈɑːɹm, ðˌaɪ ɡlˈæsi wˈeɪv? ðə kˈæptɪv lˈɪnɪt wˌɪtʃ ɛnθɹˈɔːl?