text_original: The wonder of these sights impels me into night walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed tears in the motley Strand from fulness of joy at so much life.'
text_transcription: THE WONDER OF THESE SIGHTS IMPELS ME INTO NIGHT WALKS ABOUT HER CROWDED STREETS AND I OFTEN SHED TEARS IN THE MOTLEY STRAND FROM FULLNESS OF JOY AT SO MUCH LIFE
phonemes: ðə wˈʌndɚɹ ʌv ðiːz sˈaɪts ɪmpˈɛlz mˌiː ˌɪntʊ nˈaɪt wˈɔːks ɐbˌaʊt hɜː kɹˈaʊdᵻd stɹˈiːts, ænd aɪ ˈɔfən ʃˈɛd tˈɪɹz ɪnðə mˈɑːtli stɹˈænd fɹʌm fˈʌlnəs ʌv dʒˈɔɪ æt sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ lˈaɪf.