text_original: The sea was calmly resting, Lit by the summer's sun; In three short hours the Convent boat Her little voyage had run. Dubritius and his monkish band At once pursued their way, Reaching the town of Abermawr Just at the close of day.
text_transcription: THE SEA WAS CALMLY RESTING LIT BY THE SUMMER SUN IN THREE SHORT HOURS THE CONVENT BOAT HER LITTLE VOYAGE HAD RUN DUBRICHUS AND HIS MONKISH BAND AT ONCE PURSUED THEIR WAY REACHING THE TOWN OF ABELMOOR JUST AT THE CLOSE OF DAY
phonemes: ðə sˈiː wʌz kˈɑːmli ɹˈɛstɪŋ, lˈɪt baɪ ðə sˈʌmɚz sˈʌn; ɪn θɹˈiː ʃˈɔːɹt ˈaʊɚz ðə kˈɑːnvənt bˈoʊt hɜː lˈɪɾəl vˈɔɪɪdʒ hæd ɹˈʌn. dʌbɹˈɪʃəs ænd hɪz mˈʌŋkɪʃ bˈænd ɐtwˈʌns pɚsˈuːd ðɛɹ wˈeɪ, ɹˈiːtʃɪŋ ðə tˈaʊn ʌv ˌæbɚmˈaʊɚ dʒˈʌst æt ðə klˈoʊs ʌv dˈeɪ.