text_original: I now tremble, and my head grows giddy with the remembrance of that dreadful occasion. Behold how the drops trickle down my forehead; this agony is a fierce and familiar visitant; I shall banish it anon.
text_transcription: I NOW TREMBLE AND MY HEAD GROWS GIDDY WITH THE REMEMBRANCE OF THAT DREADFUL OCCASION BEHOLD HOW THE DROPS TRICKLED DOWN MY FOREHEAD THIS AGONY IS A FIERCE AND FAMILIAR VISITANT I SHALL BANISH IT ANON
phonemes: aɪ nˈaʊ tɹˈɛmbəl, ænd maɪ hˈɛd ɡɹˈoʊz ɡˈɪdi wɪððə ɹᵻmˈɛmbɹəns ʌv ðæt dɹˈɛdfəl əkˈeɪʒən. bᵻhˈoʊld hˌaʊ ðə dɹˈɑːps tɹˈɪkəl dˌaʊn maɪ fˈɔːɹhɛd; ðɪs ˈæɡəni ɪz ɐ fˈɪɹs ænd fəmˈɪlɪɹ vˈɪzɪtənt; aɪʃˌɐl bˈænɪʃ ɪɾ ɐnˈɔn.