text_original: A spectral form Soracle stands, snow crowned, Ilis shrouded pines beneath their burden bending; Not now, his rifts descending, Leap the wild streams, in icy fetters bound. Digitized by Google YOUTH. i!33 Heap high the logs! Pour forth with lavish hand, O Thaliarehus, draughts of long stored wine, Blood of the Sabine vine! Today be ours: the rest the gods command.
text_transcription: A SPECTRAL FORM SORUCTY STANDS SNOW CROWNED HIS SHROUDED PINES BENEATH THEIR BURDEN BENDING NOT NOW HIS RIFTS DESCENDING LEAP THE WILD STREAMS IN ICY FETTERS BOUND HEAP HIGH THE LOGS POUR FORTH WITH LAVISH HAND O SALLIARCUS DRAUGHTS OF LONG STORED WINE BLOOD OF THE SABINE VINE TO DAY BE OURS THE REST THE GODS COMMAND
phonemes: ɐ spˈɛktɹəl fˈɔːɹm sˈɔːɹəkəl stˈændz, snˈoʊ kɹˈaʊnd, ˈɪliz ʃɹˈaʊdᵻd pˈaɪnz bᵻnˌiːθ ðɛɹ bˈɜːdən bˈɛndɪŋ; nˌɑːt nˈaʊ, hɪz ɹˈɪfts dᵻsˈɛndɪŋ, lˈiːp ðə wˈaɪld stɹˈiːmz, ɪn ˈaɪsi fˈɛɾɚz bˈaʊnd. dˈɪdʒɪtˌaɪzd baɪ ɡˈuːɡəl jˈuːθ. ˈaɪ!θˈɜːɾi θɹˈiː hˈiːp hˈaɪ ðə lˈɔɡz! pˈɔːɹ fˈɔːɹθ wɪð lˈævɪʃ hˈænd, ˈoʊ θˈælaɪɚɹˌɛhəs, dɹˈæfts ʌv lˈɔŋ stˈɔːɹd wˈaɪn, blˈʌd ʌvðə sɐbˈiːn vˈaɪn! tədˈeɪ biː aʊɚz: ðə ɹˈɛst ðə ɡˈɑːdz kəmˈænd.