text_original: _Seth_   All the beauty that I saw Tongue of man can never tell, Of good fruits and beauteous flowers, Of minstrels and sweet song, A fountain bright as silver, And flowing from it four great streams, That there is a desire to gaze upon them.
text_transcription: SETH ALL THE BEAUTY THAT I SAW TONGUE OF MAN CAN NEVER TELL OF GOOD FRUITS AND BEAUTEOUS FLOWERS OF MINSTRELS AND SWEET SONG A FOUNTAIN BRIGHT AS SILVER AND FLOWING FROM IT FOUR GREAT STREAMS THAT THERE IS A DESIRE TO GAZE UPON THEM
phonemes: sˈɛθ ˈɔːl ðə bjˈuːɾi ðæt aɪ sˈɔː tˈʌŋ ʌv mˈæn kæn nˈɛvɚ tˈɛl, ʌv ɡˈʊd fɹˈuːts ænd bjˈuːɾiəs flˈaʊɚz, ʌv mˈɪnstɹəlz ænd swˈiːt sˈɔŋ, ɐ fˈaʊntɪn bɹˈaɪt æz sˈɪlvɚ, ænd flˈoʊɪŋ fɹʌm ɪt fˈɔːɹ ɡɹˈeɪt stɹˈiːmz, ðæt ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ dɪzˈaɪɚ tə ɡˈeɪz əpˌɑːn ðˌɛm.