text_original: With never ceasing fury the river tore at his clay banks and worried the green islands that braved his charge. And my boyish fancy pictured to itself the monsters which might lie hidden in his muddy depths.
text_transcription: WITH NEVER CEASING FURY THE RIVER TORE AT HIS CLAY BANKS AND WORRIED THE GREEN ISLANDS THAT BRAVED HIS CHARGE AND MY BOYISH FANCY PICTURED TO ITSELF THE MONSTERS WHICH MIGHT LIE HIDDEN IN HIS MUDDY DEPTHS
phonemes: wɪð nˈɛvɚ sˈiːsɪŋ fjˈʊɹɹi ðə ɹˈɪvɚ tˈɔːɹ æt hɪz klˈeɪ bˈæŋks ænd wˈʌɹid ðə ɡɹˈiːn ˈaɪləndz ðæt bɹˈeɪvd hɪz tʃˈɑːɹdʒ. ænd maɪ bˈɔɪɪʃ fˈænsi pˈɪktʃɚd tʊ ɪtsˈɛlf ðə mˈɔnstɚz wˌɪtʃ mˌaɪt lˈaɪ hˈɪdən ɪn hɪz mˈʌdi dˈɛpθs.