text_original: Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw ? Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?
text_transcription: WHO MADE HIM DEAD TO RAPTURE AND DESPAIR A THING THAT GRIEVES NOT AND THAT NEVER HOPES STOLID AND STUNNED A BROTHER TO THE OX WHO LOOSENED AND LET DOWN THIS BRUTAL JAW WHOSE WAS THE HAND THAT SLANTED BACK THIS BROW
phonemes: hˌuː mˌeɪd hˌɪm dˈɛd tə ɹˈæptʃɚ ænd dᵻspˈɛɹ, ɐ θˈɪŋ ðæt ɡɹˈiːvz nˌɑːt ænd ðæt nˈɛvɚ hˈoʊps, stˈɑːlɪd ænd stˈʌnd, ɐ bɹˈʌðɚ tə ðɪ ˈɑːks? hˌuː lˈuːsənd ænd lˈɛt dˌaʊn ðɪs bɹˈuːɾəl dʒˈɔː ? hˌuːz wʌzðə hˈænd ðæt slˈæntᵻd bˈæk ðɪs bɹˈaʊ?