text_original: 1G5 And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
text_transcription: AND EVERY GENTLE AIR THAT DALLIED IN THAT SWEET DAY ALONG THE RAMPARTS PLUMED AND PALLID A WINGED ODOR WENT AWAY
phonemes: wˈʌn dʒˈiː fˈaɪv ænd ˈɛvɹi dʒˈɛntəl ˈɛɹ ðæt dˈælid, ɪn ðæt swˈiːt dˈeɪ, ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈæmpɑːɹts plˈuːmd ænd pˈælɪd, ɐ wˈɪŋd ˈoʊdɚ wɛnt ɐwˈeɪ.