text_original: Each rosy field their odours spread, All fragrant was the shore; Each river God rose from his bed, And sighing own'd her pow'r; Curling the waves they deck'd their heads, As proud of what they bore.
text_transcription: EACH ROSY FIELD THE ODOUR SPREAD ALL FRAGRANT WAS THE SHORE EACH RIVER GOD ROSE FROM HIS BED AND SIGHING OWNED HER POWER CURLING THE WAVES THEY DECKED THEIR HEADS AS PROUD OF WHAT THEY BORE
phonemes: ˈiːtʃ ɹˈoʊzi fˈiːld ðɛɹ ˈoʊdɚz spɹˈɛd, ˈɔːl fɹˈeɪɡɹənt wʌzðə ʃˈɔːɹ; ˈiːtʃ ɹˈɪvɚ ɡˈɑːd ɹˈoʊz fɹʌm hɪz bˈɛd, ænd sˈaɪɪŋ ˈoʊnd hɜː pˈaʊɚ; kˈɜːlɪŋ ðə wˈeɪvz ðeɪ dˈɛkd ðɛɹ hˈɛdz, æz pɹˈaʊd ʌv wʌt ðeɪ bˈɔːɹ.