text_original: Hark! what is that noise so mournful and slow, That sends on the winds the tickings of woe, In sound like the knell of a spirit that's fled, And tells us, alas! a brother is dead?
text_transcription: HARK WHAT IS THAT NOISE SO MOURNFUL AND SLOW THAT SENDS ON THE WINDS THE TICKINGS OF WOE IN SOUND LIKE THE KNELL OF A SPIRIT THAT'S FLED AND TELLS US ALAS A BROTHER IS DEAD
phonemes: hˈɑːɹk! wˌʌt ɪz ðæt nˈɔɪz sˌoʊ mˈɔːɹnfəl ænd slˈoʊ, ðæt sˈɛndz ɔnðə wˈɪndz ðə tˈɪkɪŋz ʌv wˈoʊ, ɪn sˈaʊnd lˈaɪk ðə nˈɛl əvə spˈɪɹɪt ðæts flˈɛd, ænd tˈɛlz ˌʌs, ɐlˈæs! ɐ bɹˈʌðɚɹ ɪz dˈɛd?