text_original: "O bounteous Heaven!" exclaimed Don Rodrigo, springing across the table, and clasping me in his arms, "my son! my son! have I found thee again? do I hold thee in my embrace, after having lost and despaired of seeing thee so long?"
text_transcription: OH BOUNTEOUS HEAVEN EXCLAIMED DON RODRICO SPRINGING ACROSS THE TABLE AND CLASPING ME IN HIS ARMS MY SON MY SON HAVE I FOUND THEE AGAIN DO I HOLD THEE IN MY EMBRACE AFTER HAVING LOST AND DESPAIRED OF SEEING THEE SO LONG
phonemes: "ˈoʊ bˈaʊntiəs hˈɛvən!" ɛksklˈeɪmd dˈɑːn ɹˈɑːdɹɪɡˌoʊ, spɹˈɪŋɪŋ əkɹˌɑːs ðə tˈeɪbəl, ænd klˈæspɪŋ mˌiː ɪn hɪz ˈɑːɹmz, "maɪ sˈʌn! maɪ sˈʌn! hæv aɪ fˈaʊnd ðiː ɐɡˈɛn? dˈuː aɪ hˈoʊld ðiː ɪn maɪ ɛmbɹˈeɪs, ˈæftɚ hˌævɪŋ lˈɔst ænd dᵻspˈɛɹd ʌv sˈiːɪŋ ðiː sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ?"