text_original: Here I found a thousand scraps of her own poetry, consisting of three, four, ten, twelve, and twenty lines, on an infinity of subjects, which, as whim inspired, she had begun, without constancy or capacity to bring to any degree of composition: but, what was very extraordinary in a female poet, there was not the least mention made of love in any of her performances.
text_transcription: HERE I FOUND A THOUSAND SCRAPS OF HER OWN POETRY CONSISTING OF THREE FOUR TEN TWELVE AND TWENTY LINES ON AN INFINITY OF SUBJECTS WHICH AS WOMEN INSPIRED SHE HAD BEGUN WITHOUT CONSTANCY OR CAPACITY TO BRING TO ANY DEGREE OF COMPOSITION BUT WHAT WAS VERY EXTRAORDINARY IN A FEMALE POET THERE WAS NOT THE LEAST MENTION MADE OF LOVE IN ANY OF HER PERFORMANCES
phonemes: hˈɪɹ aɪ fˈaʊnd ɐ θˈaʊzənd skɹˈæps ʌv hɜːɹ ˈoʊn pˈoʊɪtɹi, kənsˈɪstɪŋ ʌv θɹˈiː, fˈɔːɹ, tˈɛn, twˈɛlv, ænd twˈɛnti lˈaɪnz, ˌɔn ɐn ɪnfˈɪnᵻɾi ʌv sˈʌbdʒɛkts, wˈɪtʃ, æz wˈɪm ɪnspˈaɪɚd, ʃiː hæd bɪɡˈʌn, wɪðˌaʊt kˈɑːnstənsi ɔːɹ kəpˈæsᵻɾi tə bɹˈɪŋ tʊ ˌɛni dᵻɡɹˈiː ʌv kˌɑːmpəzˈɪʃən: bˌʌt, wˌʌt wʌz vˈɛɹi ɛkstɹˈɔːɹdɪnˌɛɹi ɪn ɐ fˈiːmeɪl pˈoʊɪt, ðɛɹwˌʌz nˌɑːt ðə lˈiːst mˈɛnʃən mˌeɪd ʌv lˈʌv ɪn ˌɛni ʌv hɜː pɚfˈɔːɹmənsᵻz.