text_original: "I mark'd that noble thing {35} Bound on his upward flight, Scatter the clouds with mighty wing, And breast the tide of light   "And scorn'd the things that creep Prone visaged on the Earth; To eat it's fruits, to play, to sleep, The purpose of their birth.
text_transcription: I MARK THAT NOBLE THING BOUND ON HIS UPWARD FLIGHT SCATTER THE CLOUDS WITH MIGHTY WING AND BREAST THE TIDE OF LIGHT AND SCORNED THE THINGS THAT CREEP PRONE VISAGED ON THE EARTH TO EAT ITS FRUITS TO PLAY TO SLEEP THE PURPOSE OF THEIR BIRTH
phonemes: "aɪ mˈɑːɹkd ðæt nˈoʊbəl θˈɪŋ {θˈɜːɾi fˈaɪv} bˈaʊnd ˌɔn hɪz ˈʌpwɚd flˈaɪt, skˈæɾɚ ðə klˈaʊdz wɪð mˈaɪɾi wˈɪŋ, ænd bɹˈɛst ðə tˈaɪd ʌv lˈaɪt   "ænd skˈɔːɹnd ðə θˈɪŋz ðæt kɹˈiːp pɹˈoʊn vˈɪzɪdʒd ɔnðɪ ˈɜːθ; tʊ ˈiːt ɪts fɹˈuːts, tə plˈeɪ, tə slˈiːp, ðə pˈɜːpəs ʌv ðɛɹ bˈɜːθ.