text_original: Thy sidelong pillowed meekness; Thy thanks to all that aid; Thy heart, in pain and weakness, Of fancied faults afraid; The little trembling hand That wipes thy quiet tears, — These, these are things that may demand Dread memories for years.
text_transcription: THY SIDELONG PILLOWED MEEKNESS THY THANKS TO ALL THAT AID THY HEART IN PAIN AND WEAKNESS OF FANCIED FAULTS AFRAID THE LITTLE TREMBLING HAND THAT WIPES THY QUIET TEARS THESE THESE ARE THINGS THAT MAY DEMAND DREAD MEMORIES FOR YEARS
phonemes: ðˌaɪ sˈaɪdlɔŋ pˈɪloʊd mˈiːknəs; ðˌaɪ θˈæŋks tʊ ˈɔːl ðæt ˈeɪd; ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt, ɪn pˈeɪn ænd wˈiːknəs, ʌv fˈænsid fˈɔlts ɐfɹˈeɪd; ðə lˈɪɾəl tɹˈɛmblɪŋ hˈænd ðæt wˈaɪps ðˌaɪ kwˈaɪət tˈɪɹz, — ðˈiːz, ðiːz ɑːɹ θˈɪŋz ðæt mˈeɪ dᵻmˈænd dɹˈɛd mˈɛmɚɹiz fɔːɹ jˈɪɹz.