text_original: For thee were roaring the Forests of Lebanon, Of the fair Cypri Lover re born; For thee rose the chorus, For thee raved the dances, For thee the pure shining Loves of the virgins, Under the sweet odored Palms of Idume, Where break in white foam The Cyprian waves.
text_transcription: FOR THEE WERE ROARING THE FORESTS OF LABANON OF THE FAIR CYPRIE LOVER REBORN FOR THEE ROSE TO CHORUS FOR THEE RAVED THE DANCES FOR THEE THE PURE SHINING LOVES OF THE VIRGINS UNDER THE SWEET ODOURED PALMS OF IDUME WHERE BREAK IN WHITE FOAM THE CYPRIAN WAVES
phonemes: fɔːɹ ðiː wɜː ɹˈɔːɹɪŋ ðə fˈɔːɹɪsts ʌv lˈɛbənˌɑːn, ʌvðə fˈɛɹ sˈɪpɹi lˈʌvɚ ɹˌiː bˈɔːɹn; fɔːɹ ðiː ɹˈoʊz ðə kˈɔːɹəs, fɔːɹ ðiː ɹˈeɪvd ðə dˈænsᵻz, fɔːɹ ðiː ðə pjˈʊɹ ʃˈaɪnɪŋ lˈʌvz ʌvðə vˈɜːdʒɪnz, ˌʌndɚ ðə swˈiːt ˈoʊdɚd pˈɑːmz ʌv ˈaɪdʒuːm, wˌɛɹ bɹˈeɪk ɪn wˈaɪt fˈoʊm ðə sˈɪpɹiən wˈeɪvz.