text_original: All was silent in that simple rustic retreat. The bare branches of the tall trees near the low white gates were sharply defined against the sky. High up in the tranquil heavens the full moon shone out from a pale background of fleecy cloud. The beauty of the scene made a very powerful impression upon Eleanor Yane. The window from which she had been accustomed to look in Blooms  bury abutted on a yard, a narrow gorge of dirt and disorder, between the dismal back walls of high London houses.
text_transcription: ALL WAS SILENT IN THAT SIMPLE RUSTIC RETREAT THE BARE BRANCHES OF THE TALL TREES NEAR THE LOW WHITE GATES WERE SHARPLY DEFINED AGAINST THE SKY HIGH UP IN THE TRANQUIL HEAVENS THE FULL MOON SHONE OUT FROM A PALE BACKGROUND OF FLEECY CLOUD THE BEAUTY OF THE SCENE MADE A VERY POWERFUL IMPRESSION UPON ELEANOR VANE THE WINDOW FROM WHICH SHE HAD BEEN ACCUSTOMED TO LOOK IN BLOOMSBURY ABUTTED ON A YARD A NARROW GORGE OF DIRT AND DISORDER BETWEEN THE DISMAL BACK WALLS OF HIGH LONDON HOUSES
phonemes: ˈɔːl wʌz sˈaɪlənt ɪn ðæt sˈɪmpəl ɹˈʌstɪk ɹᵻtɹˈiːt. ðə bˈɛɹ bɹˈæntʃᵻz ʌvðə tˈɔːl tɹˈiːz nˌɪɹ ðə lˈoʊ wˈaɪt ɡˈeɪts wɜː ʃˈɑːɹpli dᵻfˈaɪnd ɐɡˈɛnst ðə skˈaɪ. hˈaɪ ˌʌp ɪnðə tɹˈæŋkwɪl hˈɛvənz ðə fˈʊl mˈuːn ʃˈɑːn ˈaʊt fɹʌm ɐ pˈeɪl bˈækɡɹaʊnd ʌv flˈiːsi klˈaʊd. ðə bjˈuːɾi ʌvðə sˈiːn mˌeɪd ɐ vˈɛɹi pˈaʊɚfəl ɪmpɹˈɛʃən əpˌɑːn ᵻlˈiːnɚ jˈeɪn. ðə wˈɪndoʊ fɹʌm wˈɪtʃ ʃiː hɐdbɪn ɐkˈʌstəmd tə lˈʊk ɪn blˈuːmz bˈɛɹi ɐbˈʌɾᵻd ˌɔn ɐ jˈɑːɹd, ɐ nˈæɹoʊ ɡˈɔːɹdʒ ʌv dˈɜːt ænd dɪsˈɔːɹdɚ, bᵻtwˌiːn ðə dˈɪzməl bˈæk wˈɔːlz ʌv hˈaɪ lˈʌndən hˈaʊzᵻz.