text_original: A cypress crown, O Muse, is thine to give, And pain eternal: take this weary frame, Touch me with fire, and this my death shall live On all men's lips and in undying fame.
text_transcription: A CYPRESS CROWN O MUSE IS THINE TO GIVE AND PAIN ETERNAL TAKE THIS WEARY FRAME TOUCH ME WITH FIRE AND THIS MY DEATH SHALL LIVE ON ALL MAN'S LIPS AND IN UNDYING FAME
phonemes: ɐ sˈaɪpɹəs kɹˈaʊn, ˈoʊ mjˈuːz, ɪz ðaɪn tə ɡˈɪv, ænd pˈeɪn ɪtˈɜːnəl: tˈeɪk ðɪs wˈɪɹi fɹˈeɪm, tˈʌtʃ mˌiː wɪð fˈaɪɚ, ænd ðɪs maɪ dˈɛθ ʃˌæl lˈɪv ˌɔn ˈɔːl mˈɛnz lˈɪps ænd ɪn ʌndˈaɪɪŋ fˈeɪm.