text_original: But dreams are like oracles; 'tis hard to explain 'em; For it proved that he died of a drop at Kilmainham.[3] I waked with delight; and not without hope, Very soon to see Wood drop down from a rope. How he, and how we at each other should grin! 'Tis kindness to hold a friend up by the chin.
text_transcription: BUT DREAMS ARE LIKE ORACLES TIS HARD TO EXPLAIN HIM FOR IT PROVED THAT HE DIED OF A DROP AT KILMAINHAM I WAKED WITH DELIGHT AND NOT WITHOUT HOPE VERY SOON TO SEE WOOD DROP DOWN FROM A ROPE HOW HE AND HOW WE AT EACH OTHER SHOULD GRIN TIS KINDNESS TO HOLD A FRIEND UP BY THE CHIN
phonemes: bˌʌt dɹˈiːmz ɑːɹ lˈaɪk ˈɔːɹəkəlz; tˈɪz hˈɑːɹd tʊ ɛksplˈeɪn ˈɛm; fɔːɹ ɪt pɹˈuːvd ðæt hiː dˈaɪd əvə dɹˈɑːp æt kɪlmˈeɪnæm.[θɹˈiː] aɪ wˈeɪkt wɪð dᵻlˈaɪt; ænd nˌɑːt wɪðˌaʊt hˈoʊp, vˈɛɹi sˈuːn tə sˈiː wˈʊd dɹˈɑːp dˌaʊn fɹʌm ɐ ɹˈoʊp. hˈaʊ hiː, ænd hˌaʊ wiː æɾ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ ʃˌʊd ɡɹˈɪn! tˈɪz kˈaɪndnəs tə hˈoʊld ɐ fɹˈɛnd ˌʌp baɪ ðə tʃˈɪn.