text_original: These shall the fury passions tear, The vultures of the mind, Disdainful anger, pallid fear, And shame that skulks behind; Or pining love shall waste their youth, Or jealousy, with rankling tooth, That inly gnaws the secret heart; And envy wan, and faded care, Grim visaged, comfortless despair, And sorrow's piercing dart.
text_transcription: THESE SHALL THE FURY PASSIONS TEAR THE VULTURES OF THE MIND DISDAINFUL ANGER PALLID FEAR AND SHAME THAT SKULKS BEHIND O'ER PINING LOVE SHALL WASTE THEIR YOUTH OR JEALOUSY WITH RANKLING TOOTH THAT INLY GNAWS THE SECRET HEART AND ENVY WON AND FADED CARE GRIM VISAGED COMFORTLESS DESPAIR AND SORROW'S PIERCING DART
phonemes: ðiːz ʃˌæl ðə fjˈʊɹɹi pˈæʃənz tˈɪɹ, ðə vˈʌltʃɚz ʌvðə mˈaɪnd, dɪsdˈeɪnfəl ˈæŋɡɚ, pˈælɪd fˈɪɹ, ænd ʃˈeɪm ðæt skˈʌlks bᵻhˈaɪnd; ɔːɹ pˈaɪnɪŋ lˈʌv ʃˌæl wˈeɪst ðɛɹ jˈuːθ, ɔːɹ dʒˈɛləsi, wɪð ɹˈæŋklɪŋ tˈuːθ, ðæt ˈɪnli nˈɔːz ðə sˈiːkɹᵻt hˈɑːɹt; ænd ˈɛnvi wˈæn, ænd fˈeɪdᵻd kˈɛɹ, ɡɹˈɪm vˈɪzɪdʒd, kˈʌmfɚtləs dᵻspˈɛɹ, ænd sˈɑːɹoʊz pˈɪɹsɪŋ dˈɑːɹt.