text_original: Turning towards the south, the brown, grey, and yellow rocks rose perpendicularly, the sunshine softening them into a delicious harmony of colour; and so great was the width of the valley, that a waterfall on the opposite cliff looked, from where we stood, like a silver thread against its side.
text_transcription: TURNING TOWARDS THE SOUTH THE BROWN GRAY AND YELLOW ROCKS ROSE PERPENDICULARLY THE SUNSHINE SOFTENING THEM INTO A DELICIOUS HARMONY OF COLOR AND SO GREAT WAS THE WIDTH OF THE VALLEY THAT A WATERFALL ON THE OPPOSITE CLIFF LOOKED FROM WHERE WE STOOD LIKE A SILVER THREAD AGAINST ITS SIDE
phonemes: tˈɜːnɪŋ təwˈɔːɹdz ðə sˈaʊθ, ðə bɹˈaʊn, ɡɹˈeɪ, ænd jˈɛloʊ ɹˈɑːks ɹˈoʊz pˌɜːpəndˈɪkjʊlɚli, ðə sˈʌnʃaɪn sˈɔfənɪŋ ðˌɛm ˌɪntʊ ɐ dᵻlˈɪʃəs hˈɑːɹməni ʌv kˈʌlɚ; ænd sˌoʊ ɡɹˈeɪt wʌzðə wˈɪtθ ʌvðə vˈæli, ðˌæɾə wˈɔːɾɚfˌɔːl ɔnðɪ ˈɑːpəzˌɪt klˈɪf lˈʊkt, fɹʌm wˈɛɹ wiː stˈʊd, lˈaɪk ɐ sˈɪlvɚ θɹˈɛd ɐɡˈɛnst ɪts sˈaɪd.