text_original: The strings no sooner felt the impression of the balmy zephyr, than they began to pour forth a stream of melody more ravishingly delightful than the song of Philomel, the warbling brook, and all the concert of the wood.
text_transcription: THE STRINGS NO SOONER FELT THE IMPRESSION OF THE BALMY ZEPHYR THAN THEY BEGAN TO POUR FORTH A STREAM OF MELODY MORE RAVISHINGLY DELIGHTFUL THAN THE SONG OF PHILAMMEL THE WARBLING BROOK AND ALL THE CONCERT OF THE WOOD
phonemes: ðə stɹˈɪŋz nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ fˈɛlt ðɪ ɪmpɹˈɛʃən ʌvðə bˈɑːmi zˈɛfɚ, ðɐn ðeɪ bɪɡˈæn tə pˈɔːɹ fˈɔːɹθ ɐ stɹˈiːm ʌv mˈɛlədi mˈɔːɹ ɹˈævɪʃɪŋli dᵻlˈaɪtfəl ðɐn ðə sˈɔŋ ʌv fˈɪləməl, ðə wˈɔːɹblɪŋ bɹˈʊk, ænd ˈɔːl ðə kˈɑːnsɚt ʌvðə wˈʊd.