text_original: 'Tis past, 'tis past, but I gaze on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow: 'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died; And memory flows with lava tide.
text_transcription: TIS PAST TIS PAST BUT I GAZE ON IT NOW WITH QUIVERING BREATH AND THROBBING BROW TWAS THERE SHE NURSED ME TWAS THERE SHE DIED AND MEMORY FLOWS WITH LOVE ATTIDE
phonemes: tˈɪz pˈæst, tˈɪz pˈæst, bˌʌt aɪ ɡˈeɪz ˌɔn ɪt nˈaʊ wɪð kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ bɹˈɛθ ænd θɹˈɑːbɪŋ bɹˈaʊ: twˈɑːz ðɛɹ ʃiː nˈɜːsd mˌiː, twˈɑːz ðɛɹ ʃiː dˈaɪd; ænd mˈɛmɚɹi flˈoʊz wɪð lˈɑːvə tˈaɪd.