text_original: But, come, the more rare such delights to the heart, The more we should welcome, and bless them the more; They ?re ours, when we meet — they are lost when we part — Like birds that bring Summer, and fly when ?t is o'er.
text_transcription: BUT COME THE MORE REAR SUCH DELIGHTS TO THE HEART THE MORE WE SHOULD WELCOME AND BLESS THEM THE MORE THEIR HOURS WHEN WE MEET THEY ARE LOST WHEN WE PART LIKE BIRDS THAT BRING SUMMER AND FLY WHEN TIS OVER
phonemes: bˌʌt, kˈʌm, ðə mˈɔːɹ ɹˈɛɹ sˈʌtʃ dᵻlˈaɪts tə ðə hˈɑːɹt, ðə mˈɔːɹ wiː ʃˌʊd wˈɛlkʌm, ænd blˈɛs ðˌɛm ðə mˈɔːɹ; ðeɪ ?ɹˌiː aʊɚz, wˌɛn wiː mˈiːt — ðeɪ ɑːɹ lˈɔst wɛn wiː pˈɑːɹt — lˈaɪk bˈɜːdz ðæt bɹˈɪŋ sˈʌmɚ, ænd flˈaɪ wˈɛn ?tˈiː ɪz ˈɔːɹ.