text_original: But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away.
text_transcription: BUT TIMOROUS MORTARS START AND SHRINK TO CROSS THIS NARROW SEA AND LINGER SHIVERING ON THE BRINK AND FEAR TO LAUNCH AWAY
phonemes: bˌʌt tˈɪmɚɹəs mˈɔːɹɾəlz stˈɑːɹt ænd ʃɹˈɪŋk tə kɹˈɔs ðɪs nˈæɹoʊ sˈiː, ænd lˈɪŋɡɚ ʃˈɪvɚɹɪŋ ɔnðə bɹˈɪŋk, ænd fˈɪɹ tə lˈɑːntʃ ɐwˈeɪ.