text_original: "This may not be," I cried, and looked again, To see if there was any here could ease my pain; But, one by one, I passed them slowly by, Till on a lovely one I cast my eye.
text_transcription: THIS MAY NOT BE I CRIED AND LOOKED AGAIN TO SEE IF THERE WAS ANY HERE COULD EASE MY PAIN BUT ONE BY ONE I PASSED THEM SLOWLY BY TILL ON A LOVELY ONE I CAST MY EYE
phonemes: "ðɪs mˈeɪ nˌɑːt bˈiː," aɪ kɹˈaɪd, ænd lˈʊkt ɐɡˈɛn, tə sˈiː ɪf ðɛɹwˌʌz ˌɛni hˈɪɹ kʊd ˈiːz maɪ pˈeɪn; bˌʌt, wˈʌn baɪ wˌʌn, aɪ pˈæst ðˌɛm slˈoʊli bˈaɪ, tˈɪl ˌɔn ɐ lˈʌvli wˈʌn aɪ kˈæst maɪ ˈaɪ.