text_original: Those green fields and smiling gardens have been the scenes of the strangest idyls; those shining waters have mirrored the fairest of frail faces; those woods have echoed to the names of the light nymphs of town and the laughter of modish satyrs.
text_transcription: THOSE GREEN FIELDS AND SMILING GARDENS HAVE BEEN THE SCENES OF THE STRANGEST IDOLS THOSE SHINING WATERS HAVE MIRRORED THE FAIREST OF FRAIL FACES THOSE WOODS HAVE ECHOED TO THE NAMES OF THE LIGHT NYMPHS OF TOWN AND THE LAUGHTER OF MODISH SATIRES
phonemes: ðoʊz ɡɹˈiːn fˈiːldz ænd smˈaɪlɪŋ ɡˈɑːɹdənz hɐvbɪn ðə sˈiːnz ʌvðə stɹˈeɪndʒɪst ˈaɪdɪlz; ðoʊz ʃˈaɪnɪŋ wˈɔːɾɚz hæv mˈɪɹɚd ðə fˈɛɹəst ʌv fɹˈeɪl fˈeɪsᵻz; ðoʊz wˈʊdz hæv ˈɛkoʊd tə ðə nˈeɪmz ʌvðə lˈaɪt nˈɪmfz ʌv tˈaʊn ænd ðə lˈæftɚɹ ʌv mˈɑːdɪʃ sˈæɾɚz.