text_original: On all sides they rise round you as you stand, the granite seeming yellow with the washing of the sea between the lines of high and low water; above the latter the black seaweed ceases growing.
text_transcription: ON ALL SIDES THEY RISE ROUND YOU AS YOU STAND THE GRANITE SEEMING YELLOW WITH THE WASHING OF THE SEA BETWEEN THE LINES OF HIGH AND LOW WATER ABOVE THE LATTER THE BLACK SEAWEED CEASES GROWING
phonemes: ˌɔn ˈɔːl sˈaɪdz ðeɪ ɹˈaɪz ɹˈaʊnd juː æz juː stˈænd, ðə ɡɹˈænɪt sˈiːmɪŋ jˈɛloʊ wɪððə wˈɑːʃɪŋ ʌvðə sˈiː bᵻtwˌiːn ðə lˈaɪnz ʌv hˈaɪ ænd lˈoʊ wˈɔːɾɚ; əbˌʌv ðə lˈæɾɚ ðə blˈæk sˈiːwiːd sˈiːsᵻz ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ.