text_original: THE CITY Canst thou not rest, O city, That liest so wide and fair; Shall never an hour bring pity, Nor end be found for care? Thy walls are high in heaven, Thy streets are gay and wide. Beneath thy towers at even The dreamy waters glide.
text_transcription: THE CITY CANST THOU NOT REST O CITY THAT LIES SO WIDE AND FAIR SHALL NEVER AN HOUR BRING PITY NOR END BE FOUND FOR CARE THY WALLS ARE HIGH IN HEAVEN THY STREETS ARE GAY AND WIDE BENEATH THY TOWERS AT EVEN THE DREAMY WATERS GLIDE
phonemes: ðə sˈɪɾi kˈænst ðˈaʊ nˌɑːt ɹˈɛst, ˈoʊ sˈɪɾi, ðæt lˈiːst sˌoʊ wˈaɪd ænd fˈɛɹ; ʃˌæl nˈɛvɚɹ ɐn ˈaʊɚ bɹˈɪŋ pˈɪɾi, nˈɔːɹ ˈɛnd biː fˈaʊnd fɔːɹ kˈɛɹ? ðˌaɪ wˈɔːlz ɑːɹ hˈaɪ ɪn hˈɛvən, ðˌaɪ stɹˈiːts ɑːɹ ɡˈeɪ ænd wˈaɪd. bᵻnˌiːθ ðˌaɪ tˈaʊɚz æɾ ˈiːvən ðə dɹˈiːmi wˈɔːɾɚz ɡlˈaɪd.