text_original: [1] 1714 I often wish'd that I had clear, For life, six hundred pounds a year, A handsome house to lodge a friend, A river at my garden's end, A terrace walk, and half a rood Of land, set out to plant a wood.
text_transcription: SEVENTEEN FOURTEEN I OFTEN WISHED THAT I HAD CLEAR FOR LIFE SIX HUNDRED POUNDS A YEAR A HANDSOME HOUSE TO LODGE A FRIEND A RIVER AT MY GARDENS END A TERRACE WALK AND HALF A ROOD OF LAND SET OUT TO PLANT A WOOD
phonemes: [wˈʌn] wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹtiːn aɪ ˈɔfən wˈɪʃd ðæt aɪ hæd klˈɪɹ, fɔːɹ lˈaɪf, sˈɪks hˈʌndɹɪd pˈaʊndz ɐ jˈɪɹ, ɐ hˈændsʌm hˈaʊs tə lˈɑːdʒ ɐ fɹˈɛnd, ɐ ɹˈɪvɚɹ æt maɪ ɡˈɑːɹdənz ˈɛnd, ɐ tˈɛɹɪs wˈɔːk, ænd hˈæf ɐ ɹˈuːd ʌv lˈænd, sˈɛt ˈaʊt tə plˈænt ɐ wˈʊd.