text_original: Still this great solitude is quick with life. Myriads of insects, gaudy as the flowers They flutter over, gentle quadrupeds, And birds, that scarce have learned the fear of man, Are here, and sliding reptiles of the ground, Startlingly beautiful.
text_transcription: STILL THIS GREAT SOLITUDE IS QUICK WITH LIFE MYRIADS OF INSECTS GAUDY AS THE FLOWERS THEY FLUTTER OVER GENTLE QUADRUPEDS AND BIRDS THAT SCARCE HAVE LEARNED THE FEAR OF MAN ARE HERE AND SLIDING REPTILES OF THE GROUND STARTLINGLY BEAUTIFUL
phonemes: stˈɪl ðɪs ɡɹˈeɪt sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd ɪz kwˈɪk wɪð lˈaɪf. mˈɪɹɪˌædz ʌv ˈɪnsɛkts, ɡˈɔːdi æz ðə flˈaʊɚz ðeɪ flˈʌɾɚɹ ˈoʊvɚ, dʒˈɛntəl kwˈɑːdɹʊpˌɛdz, ænd bˈɜːdz, ðæt skˈɛɹs hæv lˈɜːnd ðə fˈɪɹ ʌv mˈæn, ɑːɹ hˈɪɹ, ænd slˈaɪdɪŋ ɹˈɛptaɪlz ʌvðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, stˈɑːɹɾəlɪŋli bjˈuːɾifəl.