text_original: Many a pull had she lightened for us by a flash of humor. The next morning the sun relented, and the wine of his dawn was wine indeed to our flagging hopes.
text_transcription: MANY A PULL HAD SHE LIGHTENED FOR US BY A FLASH OF HUMOUR THE NEXT MORNING THE SUN RELENTED AND THE WINE OF HIS DAWN WAS WINE INDEED TO OUR FLAGGING HOPES
phonemes: mˈɛni ɐ pˈʊl hæd ʃiː lˈaɪʔn̩d fɔːɹ ˌʌs baɪ ɐ flˈæʃ ʌv hjˈuːmɚ. ðə nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ðə sˈʌn ɹɪlˈɛntᵻd, ænd ðə wˈaɪn ʌv hɪz dˈɔːn wʌz wˈaɪn ˌɪndˈiːd tʊ ˌaʊɚ flˈæɡɪŋ hˈoʊps.