text_original: When the rude Equinox, with his cold train From our horizons drives accustomed cheer, Behold! a thousand winged sprites appear And flutter briskly round the frosty plain.
text_transcription: WHEN THE RUDE EQUINOX WITH HIS COLD TRAIN FROM OUR HORIZONS DRIVES ACCUSTOMED CHEER BEHOLD A THOUSAND WINGED SPRITES APPEAR AND FLUTTER BRISKLY ROUND THE FROSTY PLAIN
phonemes: wˌɛn ðə ɹˈuːd ˈɛkwɪnˌɑːks, wɪð hɪz kˈoʊld tɹˈeɪn fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ hɚɹˈaɪzənz dɹˈaɪvz ɐkˈʌstəmd tʃˈɪɹ, bᵻhˈoʊld! ɐ θˈaʊzənd wˈɪŋd spɹˈaɪts ɐpˈɪɹ ænd flˈʌɾɚ bɹˈɪskli ɹˈaʊnd ðə fɹˈɔsti plˈeɪn.