text_original: Six years had passed, and forty ere the six, When Time began to play his usual tricks: The locks once comely in a virgin's sight, Locks of pure brown, displayed the encroaching white; The blood, once fervid, now to cool began, And Time's strong pressure to subdue the man.
text_transcription: SIX YEARS HAD PASSED AND FORTY YEAR THE SIX WHEN TIME BEGAN TO PLAY HIS USUAL TRICKS THE LOCKS ONCE COMELY IN A VIRGIN'S SIGHT LOCKS OF PURE BROWN DISPLAYED THE ENCROACHING WHITE THE BLOOD ONCE FERVID NOW TO COOL BEGAN AND TIME'S STRONG PRESSURE TO SUBDUE THE MAN
phonemes: sˈɪks jˈɪɹz hæd pˈæst, ænd fˈɔːɹɾi ˈɛɹ ðə sˈɪks, wˌɛn tˈaɪm bɪɡˈæn tə plˈeɪ hɪz jˈuːʒuːəl tɹˈɪks: ðə lˈɑːks wˈʌns kˈʌmli ɪn ɐ vˈɜːdʒɪnz sˈaɪt, lˈɑːks ʌv pjˈʊɹ bɹˈaʊn, dɪsplˈeɪd ðɪ ɛŋkɹˈoʊtʃɪŋ wˈaɪt; ðə blˈʌd, wˈʌns fˈɜːvɪd, nˈaʊ tə kˈuːl bɪɡˈæn, ænd tˈaɪmz stɹˈɔŋ pɹˈɛʃɚ tə sʌbdˈuː ðə mˈæn.