text_original: The long narrow lane without a turning, the mists and stillness, the driving rain and hot bright afternoons; the scents of wood smoke and hay and the scent of her flowers; the Squire's voice, the dry rattle of grass cutters, the barking of dogs, and distant hum of threshing; and Sunday sounds  church bells and rooks, and Mr. Barter's preaching; the tastes, too, of the very dishes!
text_transcription: THE LONG NARROW LANE WITHOUT A TURNING THE MIST AND STILLNESS THE DRIVING RAIN AND HOT BRIGHT AFTERNOONS THE SCENTS OF WOOD SMOKE AND HAY AND THE SCENT OF HER FLOWERS THE SQUIRE'S VOICE THE DRY RATTLE OF GRASS CUTTERS THE BARKING OF DOGS AND DISTANT HUM OF THRASHING AND SUNDAY SOUNDS CHURCH BELLS AND ROOKS AND MISTER BARDELL'S PREACHING THE TASTES TOO OF THE VERY DISHES
phonemes: ðə lˈɔŋ nˈæɹoʊ lˈeɪn wɪðˌaʊt ɐ tˈɜːnɪŋ, ðə mˈɪsts ænd stˈɪlnəs, ðə dɹˈaɪvɪŋ ɹˈeɪn ænd hˈɑːt bɹˈaɪt ˌæftɚnˈuːnz; ðə sˈɛnts ʌv wˈʊd smˈoʊk ænd hˈeɪ ænd ðə sˈɛnt ʌv hɜː flˈaʊɚz; ðə skwˈaɪɚz vˈɔɪs, ðə dɹˈaɪ ɹˈæɾəl ʌv ɡɹˈæs kˈʌɾɚz, ðə bˈɑːɹkɪŋ ʌv dˈɑːɡz, ænd dˈɪstənt hˈʌm ʌv θɹˈɛʃɪŋ; ænd sˈʌndeɪ sˈaʊndz tʃˈɜːtʃ bˈɛlz ænd ɹˈʊks, ænd mˈɪstɚ. bˈɑːɹɾɚz pɹˈiːtʃɪŋ; ðə tˈeɪsts, tˈuː, ʌvðə vˈɛɹi dˈɪʃᵻz!