Class XII A Thing of Beauty - Phonetic Transcription of the Text

A thing of beauty is a joy foreverə θɪŋ ɒv ˈbjuːti ɪz ə ʤɔɪ fəˈrɛvə 
Its loveliness increases, it will neverɪts ˈlʌvlɪnɪs ˈɪnkriːsɪz, ɪt wɪl ˈnɛvə 
Pass into nothingness; but will keeppɑːs ˈɪntuː ˈnʌθɪŋnɪs; bʌt wɪl kiːp 
A bower quiet for us, and a sleepə ˈbaʊə ˈkwaɪət fɔːr ʌs, ænd ə sliːp 
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. fʊl ɒv swiːt driːmz, ænd hɛlθ, ænd ˈkwaɪət ˈbriːðɪŋ. 
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathingˈðeəfɔː, ɒn ˈɛvri ˈmɒrəʊ, ɑː wiː ˈriːðɪŋ 
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,ə ˈflaʊəri bænd tuː baɪnd ʌs tuː ði ɜːθ, 
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearthspaɪt ɒv despondence, ɒv ði ɪnˈhjuːmən dɜːθ 
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,ɒv ˈnəʊbl ˈneɪʧəz, ɒv ðə ˈgluːmi deɪz, 
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened waysɒv ɔːl ði ʌnˈhɛlθi ænd ˈəʊə-ˈdɑːkənd weɪz 
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,meɪd fɔːr ˈaʊə ˈsɜːʧɪŋ: jɛs, ɪn spaɪt ɒv ɔːl, 
Some shape of beauty moves away the pallsʌm ʃeɪp ɒv ˈbjuːti muːvz əˈweɪ ðə pɔːl 
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,frɒm ˈaʊə dɑːk ˈspɪrɪts. sʌʧ ðə sʌn, ðə muːn, 
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boontriːz əʊld, ænd jʌŋ, ˈspraʊtɪŋ ə ˈʃeɪdi buːn 
For simple sheep; and such are daffodilsfɔː ˈsɪmpl ʃiːp; ænd sʌʧ ɑː ˈdæfədɪlz 
With the green world they live in; and clear rills wɪð ðə griːn wɜːld ðeɪ lɪv ɪn; ænd klɪə rɪlz  
That for themselves a cooling covert make ðæt fɔː ðəmˈsɛlvz ə ˈkuːlɪŋ ˈkʌvət meɪk  
‘Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake, geɪnst ðə hɒt ˈsiːzn; ðə mɪd ˈfɒrɪst breɪk, 
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms; rɪʧ wɪð ə ˈsprɪŋklɪŋ ɒv feə mʌsk-rəʊz bluːmz; 
And such too is the grandeur of the doomsænd sʌʧ tuː ɪz ðə ˈgrænʤər ɒv ðə duːmz 
We have imagined for the mighty dead;wiː hæv ɪˈmæʤɪnd fɔː ðə ˈmaɪti dɛd; 
All lovely tales that we have heard or read;ɔːl ˈlʌvli ˈteɪliːz ðæt wiː hæv hɜːd ɔː riːd; 
An endless fountain of immortal drink,ən ˈɛndlɪs ˈfaʊntɪn ɒv ɪˈmɔːtl drɪŋk, 
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.ˈpɔːrɪŋ ˈʌntʊ ʌs frɒm ðə ˈhɛvnz brɪŋk. 

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