text_original: —Even the seraphic voice of Monimia had no longer power to compose the anxious tumults of his mind. Every song she warbled, every tune she played, recalled to his remembrance some scene of love and happiness elapsed; and overwhelmed his soul with the woful comparison of past and present fate.
text_transcription: EVEN THE SERAPHIC VOICE OF MANIMIA HAD NO LONGER POWER TO COMPOSE THE ANXIOUS TUMULTS OF HIS MIND EVERY SONG SHE WARBLED EVERY TUNE SHE PLAYED RECALLED TO HIS REMEMBRANCE SOME SCENE OF LOVE AND HAPPINESS ELAPSED AND OVERWHELMED HIS SOUL WITH THE WOEFUL COMPARISON OF PAST AND PRESENT FATE
phonemes: —ˈiːvən ðə sˈɛɹəfˌɪk vˈɔɪs ʌv mənˈɪmiə hæd nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ pˈaʊɚ tə kəmpˈoʊz ðɪ ˈæŋʃəs tˈuːmʌlts ʌv hɪz mˈaɪnd. ˈɛvɹi sˈɔŋ ʃiː wˈɔːɹbəld, ˈɛvɹi tˈuːn ʃiː plˈeɪd, ɹᵻkˈɔːld tə hɪz ɹᵻmˈɛmbɹəns sˌʌm sˈiːn ʌv lˈʌv ænd hˈæpɪnəs ᵻlˈæpst; ænd ˌoʊvɚwˈɛlmd hɪz sˈoʊl wɪððə wˈoʊfəl kəmpˈæɹɪsən ʌv pˈæst ænd pɹˈɛzənt fˈeɪt.