text_original: a treatise on artillery (Poliorketica), the opening words of which, though written in exile, betray no personal resent  ment as of one suffering from a wanton wrong.
text_transcription: TREATISE ON ARTILLERY POLYORCHETICA THE OPENING WORDS OF WHICH THOUGH WRITTEN IN EXILE BETRAY NO PERSONAL RESENTMENT AS OF ONE SUFFERING FROM A WANTON WRONG
phonemes: ɐ tɹˈiːɾɪz ˌɔn ɑːɹtˈɪlɚɹi (pˌoʊlɪɹkˈɪɾɪkə), ðɪ ˈoʊpənɪŋ wˈɜːdz ʌvwˈɪtʃ, ðˌoʊ ɹˈɪʔn̩ ɪn ˈɛɡzaɪl, bᵻtɹˈeɪ nˈoʊ pˈɜːsənəl ɹᵻzˈɛnt mˈɛnt æz ʌv wˈʌn sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ fɹʌm ɐ wˈɔntən ɹˈɔŋ.