text_original: Next Anger rushed ; his eyes, on fire, In lightnings owned his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings.
text_transcription: NEXT ANGER RUSHED HIS EYES ON FIRE IN LIGHTNINGS OWNED HIS SECRET STINGS IN ONE RUDE CLASH HE STRUCK THE LYRE AND SWEPT WITH HURRIED HAND THE STRINGS
phonemes: nˈɛkst ˈæŋɡɚ ɹˈʌʃt ; hɪz ˈaɪz, ˌɔn fˈaɪɚ, ɪn lˈaɪtnɪŋz ˈoʊnd hɪz sˈiːkɹᵻt stˈɪŋz : ɪn wˈʌn ɹˈuːd klˈæʃ hiː stɹˈʌk ðə lˈaɪɚ, ænd swˈɛpt wɪð hˈɜːɹid hˈænd ðə stɹˈɪŋz.