text_original: "That sweet air," said he, "seems designed for soothing the bodily anguish of some saint in his last moments. Hark! how it rises into a more sprightly and elevated strain, as if it were an inspiriting invitation to the realms of bliss! Sure, he is now absolved from all the misery of this life!
text_transcription: THAT SWEET AIR SAID HE SEEMS DESIGNED FOR SOOTHING THE BODILY ANGUISH OF SOME SAINT IN HIS LAST MOMENTS HARK HOW IT RISES INTO A MORE SPRIGHTLY AND ELEVATED STRAIN AS IF IT WERE AN INSPIRING INVITATION TO THE REALMS OF BLISS SURE HE IS NOW ABSOLVED FROM ALL THE MISERY OF HIS LIFE
phonemes: "ðæt swˈiːt ˈɛɹ," sˈɛd hiː, "sˈiːmz dɪzˈaɪnd fɔːɹ sˈuːðɪŋ ðə bˈɑːdili ˈæŋɡwɪʃ ʌv sˌʌm sˈeɪnt ɪn hɪz lˈæst mˈoʊmənts. hˈɑːɹk! hˌaʊ ɪt ɹˈaɪzᵻz ˌɪntʊ ɐ mˈɔːɹ spɹˈaɪtli ænd ˈɛlɪvˌeɪɾᵻd stɹˈeɪn, æz ɪf ɪt wɜːɹ ɐn ˈɪnspɪɹˌɪɾɪŋ ɪnvɪtˈeɪʃən tə ðə ɹˈɛlmz ʌv blˈɪs! ʃˈʊɹ, hiː ɪz nˈaʊ ɐbsˈɑːlvd fɹʌm ˈɔːl ðə mˈɪzɚɹi ʌv ðɪs lˈaɪf!