This document provides a phonetic transcription of the poem "The Hills" by John Ireland. The poem describes hills as being calm and constant through changing seasons and weather. It notes how the hills' lakes and rivers are bright with flowers, leaves, and rain. The poem states that although times of ice and fire rage around the hills, they are never removed, and their strong humility is never overthrown by tempests. The hills are described as both god and temple, with holy stones that are the earth's enduring thrones.
This document provides a phonetic transcription of the poem "The Hills" by John Ireland. The poem describes hills as being calm and constant through changing seasons and weather. It notes how the hills' lakes and rivers are bright with flowers, leaves, and rain. The poem states that although times of ice and fire rage around the hills, they are never removed, and their strong humility is never overthrown by tempests. The hills are described as both god and temple, with holy stones that are the earth's enduring thrones.
This document provides a phonetic transcription of the poem "The Hills" by John Ireland. The poem describes hills as being calm and constant through changing seasons and weather. It notes how the hills' lakes and rivers are bright with flowers, leaves, and rain. The poem states that although times of ice and fire rage around the hills, they are never removed, and their strong humility is never overthrown by tempests. The hills are described as both god and temple, with holy stones that are the earth's enduring thrones.
aʊ ɑː aʊ ɒ ə ɑː ə ɪ How green and white and golden in the summer light! aʊ iː æ aɪ æ əʊ ə ɪ ə ʌ ə aɪ Their lakes, their leaping wells are bright with flow’r, leaf, and rain, eə eɪ eə iː ɪ e ɑː aɪ ɪ aʊə iː æ eɪ And their profounder rivers run æ eə ə aʊ ə ɪ ə ʌ From rocks that are the altars of the sun. ɒ ɒ æ ɑː i ɔː ə ɒ ə ʌ How calm, how constant are the hills! aʊ ɑː aʊ ɒ ə ɑː ə ɪ
Our time’s dark gale of ice and fire
aʊə aɪ ɑː eɪ ɒ aɪ æ aɪə Thunders around them but removes them never. ʌ ə ə aʊ e ʌ ɪ uː ɛ ɛ ə No tempest overthrows their strong humility. əʊ e ɪ əʊ ə əʊ eə ɒ uː ɪ ɪ i They are both god and temple, eɪ ɑː əʊ ɒ æ e And their stones are holy, the earth’s enduring thrones. æ eə əʊ ɑː əʊ i i ɜː ɪ ʊə ɪ əʊ How calm, how constant are the hills! aʊ ɑː aʊ ɒ ə ɑː ə ɪ