text_original: 1 When Love, with unconfined wings, Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye, The birds, that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty.
text_transcription: A WHEN LOVE WITH UNCONFINED WINGS HOVERS WITHIN MY GATES AND MY DIVINE ALTHEA BRINGS TO WHISPER AT MY GRATES WHEN I LIE TANGLED IN HER HAIR AND FETTERED TO HER EYE THE BIRDS THAT WANTON IN THE AIR KNOW NO SUCH LIBERTY
phonemes: wˈʌn wɛn lˈʌv, wɪð ʌŋkənfˈaɪnd wˈɪŋz, hˈʌvɚz wɪðˌɪn maɪ ɡˈeɪts, ænd maɪ dᵻvˈaɪn ˈɔːlθiə bɹˈɪŋz tə wˈɪspɚɹ æt maɪ ɡɹˈeɪts; wˌɛn aɪ lˈaɪ tˈæŋɡəld ɪn hɜː hˈɛɹ, ænd fˈɛɾɚd tə hɜːɹ ˈaɪ, ðə bˈɜːdz, ðæt wˈɔntən ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ, nˈoʊ nˈoʊ sˈʌtʃ lˈɪbɚɾi.