text_original: Even on his deathbed he could feel the poet's love for tuneful phrase, and the verses are still left to us which were addressed by him to his soul, which, pale and cold and naked, would soon have to make A.D. 70 The Age of the A ntonines. its way to regions all unknown, with none of its whilom gaiety : — Animula, vagula, blandula, Hospes comesque corpoiis.
text_transcription: EVEN ON HIS DEATH BED HE COULD FEEL THE POET'S LOVE FOR TUNEFUL PHRASE AND THE VERSES ARE STILL LEFT TO US WHICH WERE ADDRESSED BY HIM TO HIS SOUL WHICH PALE AND COLD AND NAKED WOULD SOON HAVE TO MAKE ITS WAY TO REGIONS ALL UNKNOWN WITH NONE OF ITS WILM GAIETY A NIMOLA WAGULA BLANDOLA HOSPACE COMMIS QUAS CORPORIS
phonemes: ˈiːvən ˌɔn hɪz dˈɛθbɛd hiː kʊd fˈiːl ðə pˈoʊɪts lˈʌv fɔːɹ tˈuːnfəl fɹˈeɪz, ænd ðə vˈɜːsᵻz ɑːɹ stˈɪl lˈɛft tʊ ˌʌs wˌɪtʃ wɜːɹ ɐdɹˈɛst baɪ hˌɪm tə hɪz sˈoʊl, wˈɪtʃ, pˈeɪl ænd kˈoʊld ænd nˈeɪkᵻd, wʊd sˈuːn hæv tə mˌeɪk ˈeɪ.dˈiː. sˈɛvənti ðɪ ˈeɪdʒ ʌvðɪ ɐ ˈɛntˈɑːnaɪnz. ɪts wˈeɪ tə ɹˈiːdʒənz ˈɔːl ʌnnˈoʊn, wɪð nˈʌn ʌv ɪts wˈɪləm ɡˈeɪəɾi : — ænˈɪmjʊlə, vˈæɡjʊlə, blˈændʒuːlə, hˈɑːsps kəmˈɛsk kˈɔːɹpɔɪiz.