text_original: And all  for all had poetry in their souls  looked forward to those hours in paradise when, with cigars between their lips, good wine below, they might dream the daily dream that comes to all true Stoics for about fifteen shillings or even less, all told.
text_transcription: AND ALL FOR ALL HAD POETRY IN THEIR SOULS LOOKED FORWARD TO THOSE HOURS IN PARADISE SWIM WITH CIGARS BETWEEN THEIR LIPS GOOD WINE BELOW THEY MIGHT DREAM THE DAILY DREAM THAT COMES TO ALL TRUE STOICS FOR FIFTEEN SHILLINGS OR EVEN LESS ALL TOLD
phonemes: ænd ˈɔːl fɔːɹ ˈɔːl hæd pˈoʊɪtɹi ɪn ðɛɹ sˈoʊlz lˈʊkt fˈɔːɹwɚd tə ðoʊz ˈaʊɚz ɪn pˈæɹədˌaɪs wˈɛn, wɪð sᵻɡˈɑːɹz bᵻtwˌiːn ðɛɹ lˈɪps, ɡˈʊd wˈaɪn bᵻlˈoʊ, ðeɪ mˌaɪt dɹˈiːm ðə dˈeɪli dɹˈiːm ðæt kˈʌmz tʊ ˈɔːl tɹˈuː stˈoʊɪks fɔːɹ ɐbˌaʊt fˈɪftiːn ʃˈɪlɪŋz ɔːɹ ˈiːvən lˈɛs, ˈɔːl tˈoʊld.