text_original: "Last night, as sad I chanced to stray, The village death bell smote my ear; They winked aside, and seemed to say, 'Countess, prepare, thy end is near.'
text_transcription: LAST NIGHT AS SAD I CHANCED TO STRAY THE VILLAGE DEATH BELL SMOTE MY EAR THEY WINKED ASIDE AND SEEMED TO SAY COUNTESS PREPARE THY END IS NEAR
phonemes: "lˈæst nˈaɪt, æz sˈæd aɪ tʃˈænst tə stɹˈeɪ, ðə vˈɪlɪdʒ dˈɛθ bˈɛl smˈoʊt maɪ ˈɪɹ; ðeɪ wˈɪŋkt ɐsˈaɪd, ænd sˈiːmd tə sˈeɪ, kˈaʊntɛs, pɹɪpˈɛɹ, ðˌaɪ ˈɛnd ɪz nˈɪɹ.