text_original: So once, O Rome, beheld the conquered nations Thy image, object of their ancient dread.[A] To day a mitre they would place upon Thy head, and fold a rosary between Thy hands. O name!
text_transcription: SO ONCE O ROME BEHELD THE CONQUERED NATIONS THY IMAGE OBJECT OF THEIR ANCIENT DREAD TO DAY A MITRE THEY WOULD PLACE UPON THY HEAD AND FOLD A ROSARY BETWEEN THY HANDS O NAME
phonemes: sˌoʊ wˈʌns, ˈoʊ ɹˈoʊm, bᵻhˈɛld ðə kˈɑːŋkɚd nˈeɪʃənz ðˌaɪ ˈɪmɪdʒ, ˈɑːbdʒɛkt ʌv ðɛɹ ˈeɪntʃənt dɹˈɛd.[ˈeɪ] tə dˈeɪ ɐ mˈaɪɾɚ ðeɪ wʊd plˈeɪs əpˌɑːn ðˌaɪ hˈɛd, ænd fˈoʊld ɐ ɹˈoʊzɚɹi bᵻtwˌiːn ðˌaɪ hˈændz. ˈoʊ nˈeɪm!