text_original: Deprest, bewildered, thence he flies, And, to avoid Detection, tries, Who, frowning, still before him stands, The sword of Justice in her hands; Abhorrent Scorn, unpitying Shame, And Punishments without a name, Still on her sounding steps attend, And every added horror lend. He turns away, with dread and fear, But the fell spectres still are near. Though Falsehood's mazes see him wind!
text_transcription: DEPRESSED BEWILDERED FANCY FLIES AND TO AVOID DETECTION TRIES WHO FROWNING STILL BEFORE HIM STANDS THE SWORD OF JUSTICE IN HER HANDS ABHORRENT SCORN UNPITYING SHAME AND PUNISHMENTS WITHOUT A NAME STILL ON HER SOUNDING STEPS ATTEND AND EVERY ADDED HORROR LAND HE TURNS AWAY WITH DREAD AND FEAR BUT THE FELL SPECTRES STILL ARE NEAR THOUGH FALSEHOOD'S MAZES SEE HIM WIND
phonemes: dᵻpɹˈɛst, bᵻwˈɪldɚd, ðˈɛns hiː flˈaɪz, ænd, tʊ ɐvˈɔɪd dɪtˈɛkʃən, tɹˈaɪz, hˈuː, fɹˈaʊnɪŋ, stˈɪl bᵻfˌɔːɹ hˌɪm stˈændz, ðə sˈɔːɹd ʌv dʒˈʌstɪs ɪn hɜː hˈændz; ɐbhˈɔɹənt skˈɔːɹn, ʌnpˈɪɾiɪŋ ʃˈeɪm, ænd pˈʌnɪʃmənts wɪðˌaʊt ɐ nˈeɪm, stˈɪl ˌɔn hɜː sˈaʊndɪŋ stˈɛps ɐtˈɛnd, ænd ˈɛvɹi ˈædᵻd hˈɔɹɚ lˈɛnd. hiː tˈɜːnz ɐwˈeɪ, wɪð dɹˈɛd ænd fˈɪɹ, bˌʌt ðə fˈɛl spˈɛktɚz stˈɪl ɑːɹ nˈɪɹ. ðˌoʊ fˈɔlshʊdz mˈeɪzᵻz sˈiː hˌɪm wˈɪnd!