text_original: I felt the consecration of its loneliness: my eye feasted on the outline of swell and sweep—on the wild colouring communicated to ridge and dell by moss, by heath bell, by flower sprinkled turf, by brilliant bracken, and mellow granite crag.
text_transcription: I FELT THE CONSECRATION OF ITS LONELINESS MY EYE FEASTED ON THE OUTLINE OF SWELL AND SWEEP ON THE WILD COLOURING COMMUNICATED TO RIDGE AND DELL BY MOSS BY HEATH BELL BY FLOWER SPRINKLED TURF BY BRILLIANT BRACKEN AND MELLOW GRANITE CRAG
phonemes: aɪ fˈɛlt ðə kˌɑːnsɪkɹˈeɪʃən ʌv ɪts lˈoʊnlinəs: maɪ ˈaɪ fˈiːstᵻd ɔnðɪ ˈaʊtlaɪn ʌv swˈɛl ænd swˈiːp—ɔnðə wˈaɪld kˈʌlɚɹɪŋ kəmjˈuːnᵻkˌeɪɾᵻd tə ɹˈɪdʒ ænd dˈɛl baɪ mˈɔs, baɪ hˈiːθ bˈɛl, baɪ flˈaʊɚ spɹˈɪŋkəld tˈɜːf, baɪ bɹˈɪliənt bɹˈækən, ænd mˈɛloʊ ɡɹˈænɪt kɹˈæɡ.