text_original: Poor Eleanor was never weary of listening to her father's stories about the Prince Regent, and all the lesser planets of the darkened sky in which Mr. Vane's light had once shone. She used to walk in the park with the old man in the sunny summer evenings, proud to see him bow to great people, who returned his recognition with friendly courtesy.
text_transcription: POOR ELEANOR WAS NEVER WEARY OF LISTENING TO HER FATHER'S STORIES ABOUT THE PRINCE REGENT AND ALL THE LESSER PLANETS OF THE DARKENED SKY IN WHICH MISTER VANE'S LIGHT HAD ONCE SHONE SHE USED TO WALK IN THE PARK WITH THE OLD MAN IN THE SUNNY SUMMER EVENINGS PROUD TO SEE HIM BOW TO GREAT PEOPLE WHO RETURNED HIS RECOGNITION WITH FRIENDLY COURTESY
phonemes: pˈʊɹ ᵻlˈiːnɚ wʌz nˈɛvɚ wˈɪɹi ʌv lˈɪsənɪŋ tə hɜː fˈɑːðɚz stˈɔːɹiz ɐbˌaʊt ðə pɹˈɪns ɹˈiːdʒənt, ænd ˈɔːl ðə lˈɛsɚ plˈænɪts ʌvðə dˈɑːɹkənd skˈaɪ ɪnwˌɪtʃ mˈɪstɚ. vˈeɪnz lˈaɪt hæd wˈʌns ʃˈɑːn. ʃiː jˈuːzd tə wˈɔːk ɪnðə pˈɑːɹk wɪððɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn ɪnðə sˈʌni sˈʌmɚɹ ˈiːvnɪŋz, pɹˈaʊd tə sˈiː hˌɪm bˈoʊ tə ɡɹˈeɪt pˈiːpəl, hˌuː ɹᵻtˈɜːnd hɪz ɹˌɛkəɡnˈɪʃən wɪð fɹˈɛndli kˈɜːɾəsi.