text_original: a MAX WANTS BUT LITTLE HERE BELOW." Little I ask; my wants are fewj I only wish ;i lint of Btoae, (A very plain brown stone will dp,) That I may call my own ; And close at hand is such a one, In yonder st peel I bat fronts the sun. 424 POEMS OF SENTIMENT. Plain food is quite enough for me ; Three courses are as good as ten ; — If nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three.
text_transcription: MAN WANTS BUT LITTLE HERE BELOW LITTLE I ASK MY WANTS OF HUE I ONLY WISH A HUT OF STONE A VERY PLAIN BROWNSTONE WILL DO THAT I MAY CALL MY OWN AND CLOSE AT HAND IS SUCH A ONE IN YONDER STREET THAT FRONTS THE SUN PLAIN FOOD IS QUITE ENOUGH FOR ME THREE COURSES ARE AS GOOD AS TEN IF NATURE CAN SUBSIST ON THREE THANK HEAVEN FOR THREE
phonemes: ɐ mˈæks wˈɔnts bˌʌt lˈɪɾəl hˈɪɹ bᵻlˈoʊ." lˈɪɾəl aɪ ˈæsk; maɪ wˈɔnts ɑːɹ fjˈuːdʒ aɪ ˈoʊnli wˈɪʃ ;ˈaɪ lˈɪnt ʌv bˈiːtˈoʊ, (ɐ vˈɛɹi plˈeɪn bɹˈaʊn stˈoʊn wɪl dˌiːpˈiː,) ðæt aɪ mˈeɪ kˈɔːl maɪ ˈoʊn ; ænd klˈoʊs æt hˈænd ɪz sˈʌtʃ ɐ wˌʌn, ɪn jˈɑːndɚ sənt pˈiːl aɪ bˈæt fɹˈʌnts ðə sˈʌn. fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti fˈɔːɹ pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv sˈɛntɪmənt. plˈeɪn fˈuːd ɪz kwˈaɪt ɪnˈʌf fɔːɹ mˌiː ; θɹˈiː kˈɔːɹsᵻz ɑːɹ æz ɡˈʊd æz tˈɛn ; — ɪf nˈeɪtʃɚ kæn sʌbsˈɪst ˌɔn θɹˈiː, θˈæŋk hˈɛvən fɔːɹ θɹˈiː.