text_original: 369 And longer had she sung — but, with a frown, Revenge impatient rose ; He threw his blood stained sword in thunder down ; And, with a withering look, The war denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe
text_transcription: AND LONGER HAD SHE SUNG BUT WITH A FROWN REVENGE IMPATIENT ROSE HE THREW HIS BLOODSTAINED SWORD IN THUNDER DOWN AND WITH A WITHERING LOOK THE WAR DENOUNCING TRUMPET TOOK AND BLEW A BLAST SO LOUD AND DREAD WERE NEVER PROPHETIC SOUNDS SO FULL OF WOE
phonemes: θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti nˈaɪn ænd lˈɔŋɡɚ hæd ʃiː sˈʌŋ — bˌʌt, wɪð ɐ fɹˈaʊn, ɹᵻvˈɛndʒ ɪmpˈeɪʃənt ɹˈoʊz ; hiː θɹˈuː hɪz blˈʌd stˈeɪnd sˈɔːɹd ɪn θˈʌndɚ dˈaʊn ; ænd, wɪð ɐ wˈɪðɚɹɪŋ lˈʊk, ðə wˈɔːɹ dᵻnˈaʊnsɪŋ tɹˈʌmpɪt tˈʊk, ænd blˈuː ɐ blˈæst sˌoʊ lˈaʊd ænd dɹˈɛd, wɜː nˈɛɹ pɹɑːfˈɛɾɪk sˈaʊndz sˌoʊ fˈʊl ʌv wˈoʊ