text_original: It was in truth a dismal sight,  the shapeless timbers, the corn, planted with such care, choked with weeds, and the poor utensils of the little family scattered and broken before the door sill.
text_transcription: IT WAS IN TRUTH A DISMAL SIGHT THE SHAPELESS TIMBERS THE CORN PLANTED WITH SUCH CARE CHOKED WITH WEEDS AND THE POOR UTENSILS OF THE LITTLE FAMILY SCATTERED AND BROKEN BEFORE THE DOOR SILL
phonemes: ɪt wʌz ɪn tɹˈuːθ ɐ dˈɪzməl sˈaɪt,  ðə ʃˈeɪpləs tˈɪmbɚz, ðə kˈɔːɹn, plˈæntᵻd wɪð sˈʌtʃ kˈɛɹ, tʃˈoʊkt wɪð wˈiːdz, ænd ðə pˈʊɹ juːtˈɛnsəlz ʌvðə lˈɪɾəl fˈæmɪli skˈæɾɚd ænd bɹˈoʊkən bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə dˈɔːɹ sˈɪl.