text_original: The cover of the largest urn rose up a little way, A mist came forth, which altered to a figure dim and gray. It rose up from the ashes, like the Phenix known of old, But of such an awful bird as this the ancients never told. It bore a distant likeness to the figure of a man, But picture such a nondescript I know I never can.
text_transcription: THE COVER OF THE LARGEST URN ROSE UP A LITTLE WAY A MIST CAME FORTH WHICH ALTERED TO A FIGURE DIM AND GRAY IT ROSE UP FROM THE ASHES LIKE THE PHOENIX KNOWN OF OLD BUT OF SUCH AN AWFUL BIRD AS THIS THE ANCIENTS NEVER TOLD IT BORE A DISTANT LIKENESS TO THE FIGURE OF A MAN BUT PICTURE SUCH A NONDESCRIPT I KNOW I NEVER CAN
phonemes: ðə kˈʌvɚɹ ʌvðə lˈɑːɹdʒɪst ˈɜːn ɹˈoʊz ˌʌp ɐ lˈɪɾəl wˈeɪ, ɐ mˈɪst kˈeɪm fˈɔːɹθ, wˌɪtʃ ˈɔltɚd tʊ ɐ fˈɪɡjɚ dˈɪm ænd ɡɹˈeɪ. ɪt ɹˈoʊz ˌʌp fɹʌmðɪ ˈæʃᵻz, lˈaɪk ðə fˈɛnɪks nˈoʊn ʌv ˈoʊld, bˌʌt ʌv sˈʌtʃ ɐn ˈɔːfəl bˈɜːd æz ðɪs ðɪ ˈeɪntʃənts nˈɛvɚ tˈoʊld. ɪt bˈɔːɹ ɐ dˈɪstənt lˈaɪknəs tə ðə fˈɪɡjɚɹ əvə mˈæn, bˌʌt pˈɪktʃɚ sˈʌtʃ ɐ nˌɑːndᵻskɹˈɪpt aɪ nˈoʊ aɪ nˈɛvɚ kˈæn.