text_original: It was a pretty bower, as I have heard my mother say, formed of honeysuckles and other creeping shrubs nailed over a framework of lath in the old fashioned way. It stood just at the end of that long green walk, and at the corner of the field; so that anyone sitting in the bower might see through the lattice work and foliage of the honeysuckles into the field, and hear all that was said.
text_transcription: IT WAS A PRETTY BOWER AS I HAVE HEARD MY MOTHER SAY FORMED OF HONEYSUCKLES AND OTHER CREEPING SHRUBS NAILED OVER A FRAMEWORK OF LATH IN THE OLD FASHIONED WAY IT STOOD JUST AT THE END OF THAT LONG GREEN WALK AND AT THE CORNER OF THE FIELD SO THAT ANY ONE SITTING AT THAT BOWER MIGHT SEE THROUGH THE LATTICEWORK AND FOLIAGE OF THE HONEYSUCKLES INTO THE FIELD AND HEAR ALL THAT WAS SAID
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ pɹˈɪɾi bˈaʊɚ, æz aɪ hæv hˈɜːd maɪ mˈʌðɚ sˈeɪ, fˈɔːɹmd ʌv hˈʌnɪsˌʌkəlz ænd ˈʌðɚ kɹˈiːpɪŋ ʃɹˈʌbz nˈeɪld ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐ fɹˈeɪmwɜːk ʌv lˈæθ ɪnðɪ ˈoʊld fˈæʃənd wˈeɪ. ɪt stˈʊd dʒˈʌst æt ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌv ðæt lˈɔŋ ɡɹˈiːn wˈɔːk, ænd æt ðə kˈɔːɹnɚɹ ʌvðə fˈiːld; sˌoʊ ðæt ˈɛnɪwˌʌn sˈɪɾɪŋ ɪnðə bˈaʊɚ mˌaɪt sˈiː θɹuː ðə lˈæɾɪs wˈɜːk ænd fˈoʊlɪɪdʒ ʌvðə hˈʌnɪsˌʌkəlz ˌɪntʊ ðə fˈiːld, ænd hˈɪɹ ˈɔːl ðæt wʌz sˈɛd.