text_original: Said one, "That Isle is holy, For Saints are sleeping there, Now lonely and deserted, T'was once an Isle of prayer." "O Man! say would'st thou tremble, To come away and see, In vision, strange, sweet pictures Which I can shew to thee?"
text_transcription: SAID ONE THAT ISLE IS HOLY FOR SAINTS ARE SLEEPING THERE NOW LONELY AND DESERTED TWAS ONCE AN ISLE OF PRAYER O MAN SAY WOULDST THOU TREMBLE TO COME AWAY AND SEE IN VISION STRANGE SWEET PICTURES WHICH I CAN SHOW TO THEE
phonemes: sˈɛd wˌʌn, "ðæt ˈaɪəl ɪz hˈoʊli, fɔːɹ sˈeɪnts ɑːɹ slˈiːpɪŋ ðˈɛɹ, nˈaʊ lˈoʊnli ænd dᵻzˈɜːɾᵻd, tˈiːwˈɑːz wˈʌns ɐn ˈaɪəl ʌv pɹˈɛɹ." "ˈoʊ mˈæn! sˈeɪ wˈʊdst ðˈaʊ tɹˈɛmbəl, tə kˈʌm ɐwˈeɪ ænd sˈiː, ɪn vˈɪʒən, stɹˈeɪndʒ, swˈiːt pˈɪktʃɚz wˌɪtʃ aɪ kæn ʃˈoʊ tə ðˈiː?"