text_original: Some with ardor shaken, All with honor scarred, Do you falter, finding hard The far chance that you have taken ? [17| "Or, do you at length awaken To an antic retribution, Goading to a new confusion The drugged hopes of yesterday? O you poor mad men that hobble.
text_transcription: SOME WITH ARDOUR SHAKEN ALL WITH HONOR SCARRED DO YOU FALTER FINDING HARD THE FAR CHANCE THAT YOU HAVE TAKEN OR DO YOU AT LENGTH AWAKEN TO AN ANTIQUE RETRIBUTION GOADING TO A NEW CONFUSION THE DRUGGED HOPES OF YESTERDAY OH YOU POOR MADMAN THAT HOBBLE
phonemes: sˌʌm wɪð ˈɑːɹdɚ ʃˈeɪkən, ˈɔːl wɪð ˈɑːnɚ skˈɑːɹd, dˈuː juː fˈɔltɚ, fˈaɪndɪŋ hˈɑːɹd ðə fˈɑːɹ tʃˈæns ðæt juː hæv tˈeɪkən ? [sˈɛvəntˌiːn "ɔːɹ, dˈuː juː æt lˈɛŋθ ɐwˈeɪkən tʊ ɐn ˈæntɪk ɹˌɛtɹɪbjˈuːʃən, ɡˈoʊdɪŋ tʊ ɐ nˈuː kənfjˈuːʒən ðə dɹˈʌɡd hˈoʊps ʌv jˈɛstɚdˌeɪ? ˈoʊ juː pˈʊɹ mˈæd mˈɛn ðæt hˈɑːbəl.