text_original: I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die! Now, too, the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,   O misery! must I lose _that_ too?"
text_transcription: I NEVER NURSED THE DEAR GAZELLE TO GLAD ME WITH ITS SOFT BLACK EYE BUT WHEN IT CAME TO KNOW ME WELL AND LOVE ME IT WAS SURE TO DIE NOW TOO THE JOY MOST LIKE DIVINE OF ALL I EVER DREAMT ON YOU TO SEE THEE HEAR THEE CALL THEE MINE O MISERY MUST I LOSE THAT TOO
phonemes: aɪ nˈɛvɚ nˈɜːsd ɐ dˈɪɹ ɡəzˈɛl, tə ɡlˈæd mˌiː wɪð ɪts sˈɔft blˈæk ˈaɪ, bˌʌt wɛn ɪt kˈeɪm tə nˈoʊ mˌiː wˈɛl, ænd lˈʌv mˌiː, ɪt wʌz ʃˈʊɹ tə dˈaɪ! nˈaʊ, tˈuː, ðə dʒˈɔɪ mˈoʊst lˈaɪk dᵻvˈaɪn ʌv ˈɔːl aɪ ˈɛvɚ dɹˈɛmpt ɔːɹ nˈuː, tə sˈiː ðˈiː, hˈɪɹ ðˈiː, kˈɔːl ðiː mˈaɪn,   ˈoʊ mˈɪzɚɹi! mˈʌst aɪ lˈuːz ðæt tˈuː?"