text_original: But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, — What was thy delightful measure ? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail
text_transcription: BUT THOU O HOPE WITH EYES SO FAIR WHAT WAS THY DELIGHTFUL MEASURE STILL IT WHISPERED PROMISED PLEASURE AND BADE THE LOVELY SCENES AT DISTANCE HAIL
phonemes: bˌʌt ðˈaʊ, ˈoʊ hˈoʊp, wɪð ˈaɪz sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ, — wˌʌt wʌz ðˌaɪ dᵻlˈaɪtfəl mˈɛʒɚ ? stˈɪl ɪt wˈɪspɚd pɹˈɑːmɪst plˈɛʒɚ, ænd bˈeɪd ðə lˈʌvli sˈiːnz æt dˈɪstəns hˈeɪl