text_original: Fall, fall, thou withered leaf! Autumn sears not like grief, Nor kills such lovely flowers; More terrible the storm, More mournful the deform, When dark misfortune lowers.
text_transcription: FALL FALL THOU WITHERED LEAF AUTUMN SEARS NOT LIKE GRIEF NOR KILL SUCH LOVELY FLOWERS MORE TERRIBLE THE STORM MORE MOURNFUL THE DEFORM WHEN DARK MISFORTUNE LOWERS
phonemes: fˈɔːl, fˈɔːl, ðˈaʊ wˈɪðɚd lˈiːf! ˈɔːɾʌm sˈɪɹz nˌɑːt lˈaɪk ɡɹˈiːf, nˈɔːɹ kˈɪlz sˈʌtʃ lˈʌvli flˈaʊɚz; mˈɔːɹ tˈɛɹᵻbəl ðə stˈɔːɹm, mˈɔːɹ mˈɔːɹnfəl ðə dᵻfˈɔːɹm, wˌɛn dˈɑːɹk mɪsfˈɔːɹtʃʊn lˈoʊɚz.