text_original: My soul was thrilled with tumultuous joy, at feeling the object of my dearest wishes within my arms; and, while she lay insensible, I could not refrain from applying my cheeks to hers, and ravishing a kiss.
text_transcription: MY SOUL WAS THRILLED WITH TUMULTUOUS JOY AT FEELING THE OBJECT OF MY DEAREST WISHES WITHIN MY ARMS AND WHILE SHE LAY INSENSIBLE I COULD NOT REFRAIN FROM APPLYING MY CHEEKS TO HERS AND RAVISHING A KISS
phonemes: maɪ sˈoʊl wʌz θɹˈɪld wɪð tuːmˈʌltʃuːəs dʒˈɔɪ, æt fˈiːlɪŋ ðɪ ˈɑːbdʒɛkt ʌv maɪ dˈɪɹɪst wˈɪʃᵻz wɪðˌɪn maɪ ˈɑːɹmz; ænd, wˌaɪl ʃiː lˈeɪ ɪnsˈɛnsᵻbəl, aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt ɹᵻfɹˈeɪn fɹʌm ɐplˈaɪɪŋ maɪ tʃˈiːks tə hˈɜːz, ænd ɹˈævɪʃɪŋ ɐ kˈɪs.