text_original: You know the house, beside St. Andrea's church, Gloomy and rich, which stands, and seems to frown On the Mercato, humming at its base; And hold on high, out of the common reach, The lilies and carved shields above its door; And, higher yet, to catch and woo the sun, A little loggia set against the sky?
text_transcription: YOU KNOW THE HOUSE BESIDE SAN ANDREA'S CHURCH GLOOMY AND RICH WHICH STANDS AND SEEMS TO FROWN ON THE MERCATO HUMMING AT ITS BASE AND HOLD ON HIGH OUT OF THE COMMON REACH THE LILIES AND CARVED SHIELDS ABOVE ITS DOOR AND HIGHER YET TO CATCH AND WOO THE SUN A LITTLE LODGER SET AGAINST THE SKY
phonemes: juː nˈoʊ ðə hˈaʊs, bᵻsˈaɪd sənt. ˈændɹiəz tʃˈɜːtʃ, ɡlˈuːmi ænd ɹˈɪtʃ, wˌɪtʃ stˈændz, ænd sˈiːmz tə fɹˈaʊn ɔnðə mɜːkˈɑːɾoʊ, hˈʌmɪŋ æɾ ɪts bˈeɪs; ænd hˈoʊld ˌɔn hˈaɪ, ˌaʊɾəv ðə kˈɑːmən ɹˈiːtʃ, ðə lˈɪliz ænd kˈɑːɹvd ʃˈiːldz əbˌʌv ɪts dˈɔːɹ; ænd, hˈaɪɚ jˈɛt, tə kˈætʃ ænd wˈuː ðə sˈʌn, ɐ lˈɪɾəl lˈɔɡiə sˈɛt ɐɡˈɛnst ðə skˈaɪ?