text_original: At a time when my colours are still flying over the mouths of the Vistula and the hanks of the Oder, when a victorious army is threatening Berlin and Breslau, when I am myself hero at the head of 300,000 men, Austria, without striking a blow, without even drawing the sword, presumes to comi)el me to subscribe to such terms ! Without drawing the sword
text_transcription: AT A TIME WHEN MY COLORS ARE STILL FLYING OVER THE MOUTHS OF THE VISTULA AND THE BANKS OF THE ODA WHEN A VICTORIOUS ARMY IS THREATENING BERLIN AND BREDESLO WHEN I AM MYSELF HERE AT THE HEAD OF THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MEN AUSTRIA WITHOUT STRIKING A BLOW WITHOUT EVEN DRAWING THE SWORD PRESUMES TO COMPEL ME TO SUBSCRIBE TO SUCH TERMS WITHOUT DRAWING THIS SWORD
phonemes: æɾə tˈaɪm wɛn maɪ kˈʌlɚz ɑːɹ stˈɪl flˈaɪɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈaʊðz ʌvðə vˈɪstʃələ ænd ðə hˈæŋks ʌvðɪ ˈoʊdɚ, wˌɛn ɐ vɪktˈɔːɹiəs ˈɑːɹmi ɪz θɹˈɛʔn̩ɪŋ bɜːlˈɪn ænd bɹˈɛslaʊ, wˌɛn aɪɐm maɪsˈɛlf hˈiəɹoʊ æt ðə hˈɛd ʌv θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd,zˈiəɹoʊzˈiəɹoʊ zˈiəɹoʊ mˈɛn, ˈɔːstɹiə, wɪðˌaʊt stɹˈaɪkɪŋ ɐ blˈoʊ, wɪðˌaʊt ˈiːvən dɹˈɔːɪŋ ðə sˈɔːɹd, pɹɪzˈuːmz tə kˈɑːmi)ˌɛl mˌiː tə səbskɹˈaɪb tə sˈʌtʃ tˈɜːmz ! wɪðˌaʊt dɹˈɔːɪŋ ðə sˈɔːɹd