text_original: 'I had one evening strayed, with a book in my hand, into a wood that bordered on the high road, at a little distance from my father's house, when a certain drunken squire, riding by, perceived me, and crying, "Holloa, there's a charming creature!"
text_transcription: I HAD ONE EVENING STRAYED WITH A BOOK IN MY HAND INTO A WOOD THAT BORDERED ON THE HIGH ROAD AT A LITTLE DISTANCE FROM MY FATHER'S HOUSE WHEN A CERTAIN DRUNKEN SQUIRE RIDING BY PERCEIVED ME AND CRYING HALLOA THERE'S A CHARMING CREATURE
phonemes: aɪ hæd wˈʌn ˈiːvnɪŋ stɹˈeɪd, wɪð ɐ bˈʊk ɪn maɪ hˈænd, ˌɪntʊ ɐ wˈʊd ðæt bˈɔːɹdɚd ɔnðə hˈaɪ ɹˈoʊd, æɾə lˈɪɾəl dˈɪstəns fɹʌm maɪ fˈɑːðɚz hˈaʊs, wˌɛn ɐ sˈɜːʔn̩ dɹˈʌŋkən skwˈaɪɚ, ɹˈaɪdɪŋ bˈaɪ, pɚsˈiːvd mˌiː, ænd kɹˈaɪɪŋ, "həlˈoʊə, ðɛɹz ɐ tʃˈɑːɹmɪŋ kɹˈiːtʃɚ!"