text_original: I walked the other day, to spend my hour, Into a field, Where I sometimes had seen the soil to yield A gallant flower: But winter now had ruffled all the bower And curious store I knew there heretofore.
text_transcription: I WALKED THE OTHER DAY TO SPEND MY HOUR INTO A FIELD WHERE I SOMETIMES HAD SEEN THE SOIL TO YIELD A GALLANT FLOWER BUT WINTER NOW HAD RUFFLED ALL THE BOWER AND CURIOUS STORE I KNEW THERE HERETOFORE
phonemes: aɪ wˈɔːkt ðɪ ˈʌðɚ dˈeɪ, tə spˈɛnd maɪ ˈaʊɚ, ˌɪntʊ ɐ fˈiːld, wˌɛɹ aɪ sˈʌmtaɪmz hæd sˈiːn ðə sˈɔɪl tə jˈiːld ɐ ɡˈælənt flˈaʊɚ: bˌʌt wˈɪntɚ nˈaʊ hæd ɹˈʌfəld ˈɔːl ðə bˈaʊɚ ænd kjˈʊɹɹiəs stˈɔːɹ aɪ nˈuː ðɛɹ hˈɪɹtʊfˌɔːɹ.