text_original: — Sir Richard, too, you rattler, So christened from the Tattler, POEMS OF HOME. My Bacchus in his glory, My little Cor di fiori, My tricksome Puck, my Robin, Who in and out conic bobbing, As full of feints and frolics as That fibbing rogue Autolycus, And play the graceless robber on Your grave eyed brother Oberon, — Ah Dick, ah Dolce riso, How can you, can you be so?
text_transcription: SIR RICHARD TOO YOU RATLER SO CHRISTENED FROM THE TATLER MY BACKERS IN HIS GLORY MY LITTLE CORDI FIORI MY TRICKSON PUCK MY ROBIN WHO IN AND OUT COME BOBBING AS FULL OF FAINTS AND FROLICS AS THAT FIBBING ROGUE AUTHOLOCHUS AND PLAY THE GRACELESS ROBBER ON YOUR GRAVE EYED BROTHER OBERON AH DICK ADOLCERISO HOW CAN YOU CAN YOU BE SO
phonemes: — sˌɜː ɹˈɪtʃɚd, tˈuː, juː ɹˈætlɚ, sˌoʊ kɹˈɪsənd fɹʌmðə tˈætlɚ, pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv hˈoʊm. maɪ bˈækəs ɪn hɪz ɡlˈɔːɹi, maɪ lˈɪɾəl kˈɔːɹ di fɪˈɔːɹi, maɪ tɹˈɪksʌm pˈʌk, maɪ ɹˈɑːbɪn, hˌuː ɪn ænd ˈaʊt kˈɑːnɪk bˈɑːbɪŋ, æz fˈʊl ʌv fˈeɪnts ænd fɹˈɑːlɪks æz ðæt fˈɪbɪŋ ɹˈoʊɡ ˌɔːɾoʊlˈaɪkəs, ænd plˈeɪ ðə ɡɹˈeɪsləs ɹˈɑːbɚɹ ˌɔn jʊɹ ɡɹˈeɪv ˈaɪd bɹˈʌðɚɹ ˈoʊbɹɑːn, — ˈɑː dˈɪk, ˈɑː dˈɑːltʃeɪ ɹˈaɪzoʊ, hˌaʊ kˈæn juː, kæn juː biː sˈoʊ?