Class VIII The School Boy by William Blank - Phonetic Transcription of the Text

The Last Bargain

-       Rabindranath Tagore

William Blakeˈwɪljəm bleɪk 


The Schoolboyðə ˈskuːlbɔɪ 

From Songs of Experiencefrɒm sɒŋz ɒv ɪksˈpɪərɪəns 

I love to rise in a summer morn,aɪ lʌv tuː raɪz ɪn ə ˈsʌmə mɔːn, 
When the birds sing on every tree;wɛn ðə bɜːdz sɪŋ ɒn ˈɛvri triː; 
The distant huntsman winds his horn,ðə ˈdɪstənt ˈhʌntsmən wɪndz hɪz hɔːn, 
And the skylark sings with me:ænd ðə ˈskaɪlɑːk sɪŋz wɪð miː: 
O what sweet company!əʊ wɒt swiːt ˈkʌmpəni! 

But to go to school in a summer morn, -bʌt tuː gəʊ tuː skuːl ɪn ə ˈsʌmə mɔːn, - 
O it drives all joy away!əʊ ɪt draɪvz ɔːl ʤɔɪ əˈweɪ! 
Under a cruel eye outworn,ˈʌndər ə krʊəl aɪ aʊtˈwɔːn, 
The little ones spend the dayðə ˈlɪtl wʌnz spɛnd ðə deɪ 
In sighing and dismay.ɪn ˈsaɪɪŋ ænd dɪsˈmeɪ. 

Ah then at times I drooping sit,ɑː ðɛn æt taɪmz aɪ ˈdruːpɪŋ sɪt, 
And spend many an anxious hour;ænd spɛnd ˈmɛni ən ˈæŋkʃəs ˈaʊə; 
Nor in my book can I take delight,nɔːr ɪn maɪ bʊk kæn aɪ teɪk dɪˈlaɪt, 
Nor sit in learning's bower,nɔː sɪt ɪn ˈlɜːnɪŋz ˈbaʊə, 
Worn through with the dreary shower.wɔːn θruː wɪð ðə ˈdrɪəri ˈʃaʊə. 

How can the bird that is born for joyhaʊ kæn ðə bɜːd ðæt ɪz bɔːn fɔː ʤɔɪ 
Sit in a cage and sing?sɪt ɪn ə keɪʤ ænd sɪŋ? 
How can a child, when fears annoy,haʊ kæn ə ʧaɪld, wɛn fɪəz əˈnɔɪ, 
But droop his tender wing,bʌt druːp hɪz ˈtɛndə wɪŋ, 
And forget his youthful spring!ænd fəˈgɛt hɪz ˈjuːθfʊl sprɪŋ! 

O father and mother if buds are nipped,əʊ ˈfɑːðər ænd ˈmʌðər ɪf bʌdz ɑː nɪpt, 
And blossoms blown away;ænd ˈblɒsəmz bləʊn əˈweɪ; 
And if the tender plants are strippedænd ɪf ðə ˈtɛndə plɑːnts ɑː strɪpt 
Of their joy in the springing day,ɒv ðeə ʤɔɪ ɪn ðə ˈsprɪnʤɪŋ deɪ, 
By sorrow and care's dismay, -baɪ ˈsɒrəʊ ænd keəz dɪsˈmeɪ, - 

How shall the summer arise in joy,haʊ ʃæl ðə ˈsʌmər əˈraɪz ɪn ʤɔɪ, 
Or the summer fruits appear?ɔː ðə ˈsʌmə fruːts əˈpɪə? 
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,ɔː haʊ ʃæl wiː ˈgæðə wɒt griːfs dɪsˈtrɔɪ, 
Or bless the mellowing year,ɔː blɛs ðə ˈmɛləʊɪŋ jɪə, 
When the blasts of winter appear?wɛn ðə blɑːsts ɒv ˈwɪntər əˈpɪə? 

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