text_original: And as I thought, rose the sonorous swell As from some church tower swings the silvery hell; Aloft and clear from airy tide to tide, It glided easy as a bird may glide. THE HILL OF TARA, 291 1843. To the last verge of that vast audience sent, It played with each wild passion as it went ; Now stirred the uproar — now the murmur stilled, And sobs or laughter answered as it willed.
text_transcription: AND AS I THOUGHT ROSE THE SONOROUS SWELL AS FROM SOME CHURCH TOWER SWINGS THE SILVERY BELL ALOFT AND CLEAR FROM AIRY TIDE TO TIDE IT GLIDED EASY AS A BIRD MAY GLIDE TO THE LAST VERGE OF THAT VAST AUDIENCE SCENT IT PLAYED WITH EACH WILD PASSION AS IT WENT NOR STIRRED THE UPROAR NOW THE MURMUR STILLED AND SOBS AND LAUGHTER ANSWERED AS IT WILLED
phonemes: ænd æz aɪ θˈɔːt, ɹˈoʊz ðə sˈɑːnɚɹəs swˈɛl æz fɹʌm sˌʌm tʃˈɜːtʃ tˈaʊɚ swˈɪŋz ðə sˈɪlvɚɹi hˈɛl; ɐlˈɔft ænd klˈɪɹ fɹʌm ˈɛɹi tˈaɪd tə tˈaɪd, ɪt ɡlˈaɪdᵻd ˈiːzi æz ɐ bˈɜːd mˈeɪ ɡlˈaɪd. ðə hˈɪl ʌv tˈɑːɹɹə, tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti wˈʌn wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi θɹˈiː. tə ðə lˈæst vˈɜːdʒ ʌv ðæt vˈæst ˈɔːdiəns sˈɛnt, ɪt plˈeɪd wɪð ˈiːtʃ wˈaɪld pˈæʃən æz ɪt wˈɛnt ; nˈaʊ stˈɜːd ðɪ ˈʌpɹɔːɹ — nˈaʊ ðə mˈɜːmɚ stˈɪld, ænd sˈɑːbz ɔːɹ lˈæftɚɹ ˈænsɚd æz ɪt wˈɪld.