text_original: For a while I stood over him, the old affection welling up so strongly within me that my eyes were dimmed as I looked upon his face. Spare and handsome it was, and boyish still, the weaker lines emphasized in its relaxation.
text_transcription: FOR A WHILE I STOOD OVER HIM THE OLD AFFECTION WELLING UP SO STRONGLY WITHIN ME THAT MY EYES WERE DIMMED AS I LOOKED UPON HIS FACE SPARE AND HANDSOME IT WAS AND BOYISH STILL THE WEAKER LINES EMPHASIZED IN ITS RELAXATION
phonemes: fɚɹə wˈaɪl aɪ stˈʊd ˈoʊvɚ hˌɪm, ðɪ ˈoʊld ɐfˈɛkʃən wˈɛlɪŋ ˌʌp sˌoʊ stɹˈɔŋli wɪðˌɪn mˌiː ðæt maɪ ˈaɪz wɜː dˈɪmd æz aɪ lˈʊkt əpˌɑːn hɪz fˈeɪs. spˈɛɹ ænd hˈændsʌm ɪt wˈʌz, ænd bˈɔɪɪʃ stˈɪl, ðə wˈiːkɚ lˈaɪnz ˈɛmfɐsˌaɪzd ɪn ɪts ɹᵻlɐksˈeɪʃən.