text_original: Now, maniac like, he comes again, And mixes with the jocund train; But still those eyes that wildly roll, Bespeak the tempest in his soul. In yon deep cave he strives to rest, But Mem'ry harrows up his breast; He clasps the goblet, foe to Care, And lo!
text_transcription: NOW MANIAC LIKE HE COMES AGAIN AND MIXES WITH THE JOCUND TRAIN BUT STILL THOSE EYES THAT WILDLY ROLL BESPEAK THE TEMPEST IN HIS SOUL IN YON DEEP CAVE HE STRIVES TO REST BUT MEMORY HARROWS UP HIS BREAST HE CLASPS THE GOBLET FOE TO CARE AND LO
phonemes: nˈaʊ, mˈeɪnɪˌæk lˈaɪk, hiː kˈʌmz ɐɡˈɛn, ænd mˈɪksᵻz wɪððə dʒˈɑːkʌnd tɹˈeɪn; bˌʌt stˈɪl ðoʊz ˈaɪz ðæt wˈaɪldli ɹˈoʊl, bᵻspˈiːk ðə tˈɛmpɪst ɪn hɪz sˈoʊl. ɪn jˈɑːn dˈiːp kˈeɪv hiː stɹˈaɪvz tə ɹˈɛst, bˌʌt mˈɛmɹi hˈæɹoʊz ˌʌp hɪz bɹˈɛst; hiː klˈæsps ðə ɡˈɑːblət, fˈoʊ tə kˈɛɹ, ænd lˈoʊ!