text_original: Say then, O Circe, these heroic tears, These griefs, endured through tedious months and years, Were as a grace divine bestowed If now our weary travail is no more.
text_transcription: SAY THEN O CIRCE THESE HEROIC TEARS THESE GRIEFS ENDURED TO TEDIOUS MONTHS AND YEARS WERE AS A GRACE DIVINE BESTOWED IF NOW OUR WEARIED TRAVAIL IS NO MORE
phonemes: sˈeɪ ðˈɛn, ˈoʊ sˈɜːsi, ðiːz hɪɹˈoʊɪk tˈɪɹz, ðiːz ɡɹˈiːfs, ɛndˈʊɹd θɹuː tˈiːdiəs mˈʌnθs ænd jˈɪɹz, wɜːɹ æz ɐ ɡɹˈeɪs dᵻvˈaɪn bᵻstˈoʊd ɪf nˈaʊ ˌaʊɚ wˈɪɹi tɹɐvˈeɪl ɪz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ.