text_original: I saw again the picture. The horse with the craning neck, the liveried servant at the bridle, the listless young gentleman with the shiny boots reclining on the horse block, and above him, under the portico, the grand lady whose laugh had made me sad.
text_transcription: I SAW AGAIN THE PICTURE THE HORSE WITH THE CRANING NECK THE LIVERIED SERVANT AT THE BRIDLE THE LISTLESS YOUNG GENTLEMAN WITH THE SHINY BOOTS RECLINING ON THE HORSE BLOCK AND ABOVE HIM UNDER THE PORTICO THE GRAND LADY WHOSE LAUGH HAD MADE ME SAD
phonemes: aɪ sˈɔː ɐɡˈɛn ðə pˈɪktʃɚ. ðə hˈɔːɹs wɪððə kɹˈeɪnɪŋ nˈɛk, ðə lˈɪvɚɹid sˈɜːvənt æt ðə bɹˈaɪdəl, ðə lˈɪstləs jˈʌŋ dʒˈɛntəlmən wɪððə ʃˈaɪni bˈuːts ɹᵻklˈaɪnɪŋ ɔnðə hˈɔːɹs blˈɑːk, ænd əbˈʌv hˌɪm, ˌʌndɚ ðə pˈɔːɹɾɪkˌoʊ, ðə ɡɹˈænd lˈeɪdi hˌuːz lˈæf hæd mˌeɪd mˌiː sˈæd.