text_original: Thy wonders, in that godlike age, Fill thy recording sister's page; 'T is said — and I believe the tale — Thy humblest reed could more prevail, Had more of strength, diviner rage, Than all which charms this laggard age, — E'en all at once together found, — Cecilia's mingled world of sound.
text_transcription: THY WONDERS IN THAT GOD LIKE AGE FILL THY RECORDING SISTER'S PAGE TIS SAID AND I BELIEVE THE TALE THY HUMBLEST READ COULD MORE PREVAIL HAD MORE OF STRENGTH DIVINER RAGE THAN ALL WHICH CHARMS THIS LAGGARD AGE EVEN ALL AT ONCE TOGETHER FOUND CECILIA'S MINGLED WORLD OF SOUND
phonemes: ðˌaɪ wˈʌndɚz, ɪn ðæt ɡˈɑːdlaɪk ˈeɪdʒ, fˈɪl ðˌaɪ ɹᵻkˈɔːɹdɪŋ sˈɪstɚz pˈeɪdʒ; tˈiː ɪz sˈɛd — ænd aɪ bᵻlˈiːv ðə tˈeɪl — ðˌaɪ hˈʌmbəlɪst ɹˈiːd kʊd mˈɔːɹ pɹɪvˈeɪl, hæd mˈɔːɹ ʌv stɹˈɛŋθ, dᵻvˈɪnɚ ɹˈeɪdʒ, ðɐn ˈɔːl wˌɪtʃ tʃˈɑːɹmz ðɪs lˈæɡɚd ˈeɪdʒ, — ˈɛən ˈɔːl ɐtwˈʌns təɡˌɛðɚ fˈaʊnd, — sᵻsˈiːliəz mˈɪŋɡəld wˈɜːld ʌv sˈaʊnd.