text_original: The horse was fresh, and choosing his own gait, sped swiftly. The eyes of the clambering vines winked at the rider from the garden fences on the way; there was nothing else to see him, nor child nor woman nor man.
text_transcription: THE HORSE WAS FRESH AND CHOOSING HIS OWN GAIT SPED SWIFTLY THE EYES OF THE CLAMBERING VINES WINKED AT THE RIDER FROM THE GARDEN FENCES ON THE WAY THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE TO SEE HIM NOR CHILD NOR WOMAN NOR MAN
phonemes: ðə hˈɔːɹs wʌz fɹˈɛʃ, ænd tʃˈuːzɪŋ hɪz ˈoʊn ɡˈeɪt, spˈɛd swˈɪftli. ðɪ ˈaɪz ʌvðə klˈæmbɚɹɪŋ vˈaɪnz wˈɪŋkt æt ðə ɹˈaɪdɚ fɹʌmðə ɡˈɑːɹdən fˈɛnsᵻz ɔnðə wˈeɪ; ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈʌθɪŋ ˈɛls tə sˈiː hˌɪm, nˈɔːɹ tʃˈaɪld nˈɔːɹ wˈʊmən nˈɔːɹ mˈæn.