text_original: And call the tyrant merciful, For driving them away, Making them leave their Abbey To ruin and decay. {48} The Compline Bell was tolling Its last dear Compline call, To morrow death like ruin Would o'er the Convent fall.
text_transcription: AND CALL THE TYRANT MERCIFUL FOR DRIVING THEM AWAY MAKING THEM LEAVE THEIR ABBEY TO RUIN AND DECAY THE COMPLINE BELL WAS TOLLING ITS LAST DEAR COMPLINE CALL TO MORROW DEATH LIKE RUIN WOULD OVER THE CONVENT FALL
phonemes: ænd kˈɔːl ðə tˈaɪɹənt mˈɜːsifəl, fɔːɹ dɹˈaɪvɪŋ ðˌɛm ɐwˈeɪ, mˌeɪkɪŋ ðˌɛm lˈiːv ðɛɹ ˈæbi tə ɹˈuːɪn ænd dᵻkˈeɪ. {fˈɔːɹɾi ˈeɪt} ðə kəmplˈaɪn bˈɛl wʌz tˈoʊlɪŋ ɪts lˈæst dˈɪɹ kəmplˈaɪn kˈɔːl, tə mˈɑːɹoʊ dˈɛθ lˈaɪk ɹˈuːɪn wʊd ˈɔːɹ ðə kˈɑːnvənt fˈɔːl.