text_original: Be hush'd, my dark spirit! For wisdom condemns When the faint and the feeble deplore; Be strong as the rock of the ocean that stems A thousand wild waves on the shore! Through the perils of chance, and the scowl of disdain, May thy front be unalter'd, thy courage elate! Yea! even the name I have worshipp'd in vain Shall awake not the sigh of remembrance again: To bear is to conquer our fate.
text_transcription: BE HUSHED MY DARK SPIRIT FOR WISDOM CONDEMNS WHEN THE FAINT AND THE FEEBLE DEPLORE BE STRONG AS THE ROCK OF THE OCEAN THAT STANDS A THOUSAND WILD WAVES ON THE SHORE THROUGH THE PERILS OF CHANCE AND THE SCOWL OF DISDAIN MAY THY FRONT BE UNALTERED THY COURAGE ELATE YEA EVEN THE NAME I HAVE WORSHIPPED IN VAIN SHALL AWAKE NOT THE SIGH OF REMEMBRANCE AGAIN TO BEAR IS TO CONQUER OUR FATE
phonemes: biː hˈʌʃd, maɪ dˈɑːɹk spˈɪɹɪt! fɔːɹ wˈɪzdəm kəndˈɛmz wɛn ðə fˈeɪnt ænd ðə fˈiːbəl dᵻplˈɔːɹ; biː stɹˈɔŋ æz ðə ɹˈɑːk ʌvðɪ ˈoʊʃən ðæt stˈɛmz ɐ θˈaʊzənd wˈaɪld wˈeɪvz ɔnðə ʃˈɔːɹ! θɹuː ðə pˈɛɹəlz ʌv tʃˈæns, ænd ðə skˈaʊl ʌv dɪsdˈeɪn, mˈeɪ ðˌaɪ fɹˈʌnt biː ʌnˈɔltɚd, ðˌaɪ kˈɜːɹɪdʒ ᵻlˈeɪt! jˈeɪ! ˈiːvən ðə nˈeɪm aɪ hæv wˈɜːʃɪpd ɪn vˈeɪn ʃˌæl ɐwˈeɪk nˌɑːt ðə sˈaɪ ʌv ɹᵻmˈɛmbɹəns ɐɡˈɛn: tə bˈɛɹ ɪz tə kˈɑːŋkɚɹ ˌaʊɚ fˈeɪt.