text_original: Thus many a sad to morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrows spent, 1 learned at last submission to my lot ; Hut. though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.
text_transcription: THUS MANY A SAD TO MORROW CAME AND WENT TILL ALL MY STOCK OF INFANT SORROWS SPENT I LEARNED AT LAST SUBMISSION TO MY LOT BUT THOUGH I LAST DEPLORED THEE NEVER FORGOT
phonemes: ðˈʌs mˈɛni ɐ sˈæd tə mˈɑːɹoʊ kˈeɪm ænd wˈɛnt, tˈɪl, ˈɔːl maɪ stˈɑːk ʌv ˈɪnfənt sˈɑːɹoʊz spˈɛnt, wˈʌn lˈɜːnd æt lˈæst səbmˈɪʃən tə maɪ lˈɑːt ; hˈʌt. ðˌoʊ aɪ lˈɛs dᵻplˈɔːɹd ðˈiː, nˈɛɹ fɚɡˈɑːt.