text_original: He expressed once, and but once in my hearing, a strong sense of the rugged charm of the hills, and an inborn affection for the dark roof and hoary walls he called his home; but there was more of gloom than pleasure in the tone and words in which the sentiment was manifested; and never did he seem to roam the moors for the sake of their soothing silence—never seek out or dwell upon the thousand peaceful delights they could yield.
text_transcription: HE EXPRESSED ONCE AND BUT ONCE IN MY HEARING A STRONG SENSE OF THE RUGGED CHARM OF THE HILLS AND AN INBORN AFFECTION FOR THE DARK ROOF AND HOARY WALLS HE CALLED HIS HOME BUT THERE WAS MORE OF GLOOM THAN PLEASURE IN THE TONE AND WORDS IN WHICH THE SENTIMENT WAS MANIFESTED AND NEVER DID HE SEEM TO ROAM THE MOORS FOR THE SAKE OF THEIR SOOTHING SILENCE NEVER SEEK OUT OR DWELL UPON THE THOUSAND PEACEFUL DELIGHTS THEY COULD YIELD
phonemes: hiː ɛkspɹˈɛst wˈʌns, ænd bˌʌt wˈʌns ɪn maɪ hˈɪɹɪŋ, ɐ stɹˈɔŋ sˈɛns ʌvðə ɹˈʌɡᵻd tʃˈɑːɹm ʌvðə hˈɪlz, ænd ɐn ˈɪnbɔːɹn ɐfˈɛkʃən fɚðə dˈɑːɹk ɹˈuːf ænd hˈɔːɹi wˈɔːlz hiː kˈɔːld hɪz hˈoʊm; bˌʌt ðɛɹwˌʌz mˈɔːɹ ʌv ɡlˈuːm ðɐn plˈɛʒɚɹ ɪnðə tˈoʊn ænd wˈɜːdz ɪnwˌɪtʃ ðə sˈɛntɪmənt wʌz mˈænɪfˌɛstᵻd; ænd nˈɛvɚ dˈɪd hiː sˈiːm tə ɹˈoʊm ðə mˈʊɹz fɚðə sˈeɪk ʌv ðɛɹ sˈuːðɪŋ sˈaɪləns—nˈɛvɚ sˈiːk ˈaʊt ɔːɹ dwˈɛl əpˌɑːn ðə θˈaʊzənd pˈiːsfəl dᵻlˈaɪts ðeɪ kʊd jˈiːld.