text_original: "And oh that those glorious haunts were mine!" He speaks, and throughout the glen Thin shadows swim in the faint moonshine, And take a ghastly likeness of men, As if the slain by the wintry storms Came forth to the air in their earthly forms.
text_transcription: AND OH THAT GLORIOUS HAUNTS WERE MINE HE SPEAKS AND THROUGHOUT THE GLEN THIN SHADOWS SWIM IN THE FAINT MOONSHINE AND TAKE A GHASTLY LIKENESS OF MAN AS IF THE SLAIN BY THE WINTRY STORMS CAME FORTH TO THE AIR IN THEIR EARTHLY FORMS
phonemes: "ænd ˈoʊ ðæt ðoʊz ɡlˈɔːɹiəs hˈɔːnts wɜː mˈaɪn!" hiː spˈiːks, ænd θɹuːˈaʊt ðə ɡlˈɛn θˈɪn ʃˈædoʊz swˈɪm ɪnðə fˈeɪnt mˈuːnʃaɪn, ænd tˈeɪk ɐ ɡˈæstli lˈaɪknəs ʌv mˈɛn, æz ɪf ðə slˈeɪn baɪ ðə wˈɪntɹi stˈɔːɹmz kˈeɪm fˈɔːɹθ tə ðɪ ˈɛɹ ɪn ðɛɹ ˈɜːθli fˈɔːɹmz.