text_original: The bosoms of the great and good With wonder and delight he view'd, And fix'd his empire there: Him, close compressing to his breast, The sire of gods and men address'd, "My son, my heav'nly fair!
text_transcription: THE BOSOMS OF THE GREAT AND GOOD WITH WONDER AND DELIGHT HE VIEWED AND FIXED HIS EMPIRE THERE HIM CLOSE COMPRESSING TO HIS BREAST THE SIRE OF GODS AND MEN ADDRESS'D MY SON MY HEAVENLY FAIR
phonemes: ðə bˈʊzəmz ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪt ænd ɡˈʊd wɪð wˈʌndɚ ænd dᵻlˈaɪt hiː vjˈuːd, ænd fˈɪksd hɪz ˈɛmpaɪɚ ðˈɛɹ: hˌɪm, klˈoʊs kəmpɹˈɛsɪŋ tə hɪz bɹˈɛst, ðə sˈaɪɚɹ ʌv ɡˈɑːdz ænd mˈɛn ɐdɹˈɛsd, "maɪ sˈʌn, maɪ hˈiːvnli fˈɛɹ!