text_original: What were the emotions of my soul, when I beheld Narcissa almost sinking beneath the brutal force of this satyr! I flew like lightning to her rescue, and he, perceiving me, quitted his prey, and drew his hanger to chastise my presumption.
text_transcription: WHAT WERE THE EMOTIONS OF MY SOUL WHEN I BEHELD NARCISSA ALMOST SINKING BENEATH THE BRUTAL FORCE OF THIS SATYR I FLEW LIKE LIGHTNING TO HER RESCUE AND HE PERCEIVING ME QUITTED HIS PREY AND DREW HIS HANGER TO CHASTISE MY PRESUMPTION
phonemes: wˌʌt wɜː ðɪ ɪmˈoʊʃənz ʌv maɪ sˈoʊl, wˌɛn aɪ bᵻhˈɛld nɑːɹsˈɪsə ˈɔːlmoʊst sˈɪŋkɪŋ bᵻnˌiːθ ðə bɹˈuːɾəl fˈɔːɹs ʌv ðɪs sˈæɾɚ! aɪ flˈuː lˈaɪk lˈaɪtnɪŋ tə hɜː ɹˈɛskjuː, ænd hiː, pɚsˈiːvɪŋ mˌiː, kwˈɪɾᵻd hɪz pɹˈeɪ, ænd dɹˈuː hɪz hˈæŋɚ tə tʃˈæstaɪz maɪ pɹɪsˈʌmpʃən.