text_original: Curse him, people of the Magyars! curse the heart which did not dry up when it attempted to nourish him with the moisture of life ! I love thee, Europe's truest nation! as I love the free  dom for which thou fought so bravely! The God of lib  erty will never blot you out from His memory. Be blessed for evermore ! My principles were those of Wash  ington, though my deeds were not those of William Tell!
text_transcription: CURSE HIM PEOPLE OF THE MAGYARS CURSED A HEART WHICH DID NOT DRY UP WHEN IT ATTEMPTED TO NOURISH HIM WITH THE MOISTURE OF LIFE I LOVE THEE EUROPE'S TRUEST NATION AS I LOVED A FREEDOM FOR WHICH THOU FOUGHT SO BRAVELY THE GOD OF LIBERTY WILL NEVER BLOT YOU OUT FROM HIS MEMORY BE BLESSED FOR EVERMORE MY PRINCIPLES WERE THOSE OF WASHINGTON THOUGH MY DEEDS WERE NOT THOSE OF WILLIAM TELL
phonemes: kˈɜːs hˌɪm, pˈiːpəl ʌvðə mˈæɡjɑːɹz! kˈɜːs ðə hˈɑːɹt wˌɪtʃ dɪdnˌɑːt dɹˈaɪ ˌʌp wɛn ɪɾ ɐtˈɛmptᵻd tə nˈɜːɹɪʃ hˌɪm wɪððə mˈɔɪstʃɚɹ ʌv lˈaɪf ! aɪ lˈʌv ðˈiː, jˈʊɹɹəps tɹˈuːəst nˈeɪʃən! æz aɪ lˈʌv ðə fɹˈiː dˈɑːm fɔːɹ wˌɪtʃ ðˈaʊ fˈɔːt sˌoʊ bɹˈeɪvli! ðə ɡˈɑːd ʌv lˈɪb ˈɜːɾi wɪl nˈɛvɚ blˈɑːt juː ˈaʊt fɹʌm hɪz mˈɛmɚɹi. biː blˈɛst fɔːɹ ˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ ! maɪ pɹˈɪnsɪpəlz wɜː ðoʊz ʌv wˈɑːʃ ɪŋɡtˈɑːn, ðˌoʊ maɪ dˈiːdz wɜː nˌɑːt ðoʊz ʌv wˈɪljəm tˈɛl!