text_original: Three quarters of an hour passed. The sunshine moved slowly up Anchor Street, fingered noiselessly the well kept brass knockers on either side, and drained the heeltaps of dew which had been left from the revels of the fairies overnight in the cups of the morning glories.
text_transcription: THREE QUARTERS OF AN HOUR PASSED THE SUNSHINE MOVED SLOWLY UP ANCHOR STREET FINGERED NOISELESSLY THE WELL KEPT BRASS KNOCKERS ON EITHER SIDE AND DRAINED THE HEEL TAPS OF DEW WHICH HAD BEEN LEFT FROM THE REVELS OF THE FAIRIES OVERNIGHT IN THE CUPS OF THE MORNING GLORIES
phonemes: θɹˈiː kwˈɔːɹɾɚz əvən ˈaʊɚ pˈæst. ðə sˈʌnʃaɪn mˈuːvd slˈoʊli ˌʌp ˈæŋkɚ stɹˈiːt, fˈɪŋɡɚd nˈɔɪzləsli ðə wˈɛl kˈɛpt bɹˈæs nˈɑːkɚz ˌɔn ˈiːðɚ sˈaɪd, ænd dɹˈeɪnd ðə hˈiːltæps ʌv dˈuː wˌɪtʃ hɐdbɪn lˈɛft fɹʌmðə ɹˈɛvəlz ʌvðə fˈɛɹiz ˌoʊvɚnˈaɪt ɪnðə kˈʌps ʌvðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ɡlˈɔːɹiz.