text_original: But O, how altered was its sprightlier tone When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, — The hunter's call, to faun and dryad known
text_transcription: BUT OH HOW ALTERED WAS ITS SPRIGHTLIER TONE WHEN CHEERFULNESS A NYMPH OF HEALTHIEST HUE HER BOW ACROSS HER SHOULDER FLUNG HER BUSKINS GEMMED WITH MORNING DEW BLUE AND INSPIRING AIR THAT DALE AND THICKET RUNG THE HUNTERS CALL TO FAWN AND DRY AT NOON
phonemes: bˌʌt ˈoʊ, hˌaʊ ˈɔltɚd wʌz ɪts spɹˈaɪtliɚ tˈoʊn wɛn tʃˈɪɹfəlnəs, ɐ nˈɪmf ʌv hˈɛlθiɪst hjˈuː, hɜː bˈoʊ əkɹˌɑːs hɜː ʃˈoʊldɚ flˈʌŋ, hɜː bˈʌskɪnz dʒˈɛmd wɪð mˈɔːɹnɪŋ dˈuː, blˈuː ɐn ɪnspˈaɪɚɹɪŋ ˈɛɹ, ðæt dˈeɪl ænd θˈɪkɪt ɹˈʌŋ, — ðə hˈʌntɚz kˈɔːl, tə fˈɔːn ænd dɹˈaɪæd nˈoʊn