text_original: They died, ay! they died! and we things that are now, Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow, Who make in their dwellings a transient abode, Meet the changes they met on their pilgrimage road. Yea! hope and despondence, and pleasure and pain, Are mingled together like sunshine and rain; And the smile and the tear, and the song and the dirge, Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.
text_transcription: THEY DIED AY THEY DIED AND WE THINGS THAT ARE NOW WHO WALK ON THE TURF THAT LIES OVER THEIR BROW WHO MAKE IN THEIR DWELLINGS A TRANSIENT ABODE MEET THE CHANGES THEY MET ON THEIR PILGRIMAGE ROAD YEA HOPE AND DESPONDENCE AND PLEASURE AND PAIN ARE MINGLED TOGETHER LIKE SUNSHINE AND RAIN AND THE SMILE AND THE TEAR AND THE SONG AND THE DIRGE STILL FOLLOW EACH OTHER LIKE SEARCH UPON SEARCH
phonemes: ðeɪ dˈaɪd, ˈaɪ! ðeɪ dˈaɪd! ænd wiː θˈɪŋz ðæt ɑːɹ nˈaʊ, hˌuː wˈɔːk ɔnðə tˈɜːf ðæt lˈaɪz ˌoʊvɚ ðɛɹ bɹˈaʊ, hˌuː mˌeɪk ɪn ðɛɹ dwˈɛlɪŋz ɐ tɹˈænsiənt ɐbˈoʊd, mˈiːt ðə tʃˈeɪndʒᵻz ðeɪ mˈɛt ˌɔn ðɛɹ pˈɪlɡɹɪmɪdʒ ɹˈoʊd. jˈeɪ! hˈoʊp ænd dᵻspˈɑːndəns, ænd plˈɛʒɚ ænd pˈeɪn, ɑːɹ mˈɪŋɡəld təɡˌɛðɚ lˈaɪk sˈʌnʃaɪn ænd ɹˈeɪn; ænd ðə smˈaɪl ænd ðə tˈɪɹ, ænd ðə sˈɔŋ ænd ðə dˈɜːdʒ, stˈɪl fˈɑːloʊ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ, lˈaɪk sˈɜːdʒ əpˌɑːn sˈɜːdʒ.