text_original: The drizzly day tends westward; the cry is still: 'To Versailles!' Nay now, borne from afar, come quite sinister cries; hoarse, reverberating in longdrawn hollow murmurs, with syllables too like those of _Lanterne!
text_transcription: THE DRIZZLY DAY TENDS WESTWARD THE CRY IS STILL QUO TO VERSAILLES UNQUOTH NAY NOW BORNE FROM AFAR COME QUIT SINISTER CRIES HOARSE REVERBERATING IN LONG DRAWN HOLLOW MURMURS WITH SYLLABLES TOO LIKE THAT OF LA TERNE
phonemes: ðə dɹˈɪzli dˈeɪ tˈɛndz wˈɛstwɚd; ðə kɹˈaɪ ɪz stˈɪl: tə vˈɜːseɪlz!nˈeɪ nˈaʊ, bˈɔːɹn fɹʌm ɐfˈɑːɹ, kˈʌm kwˈaɪt sˈɪnɪstɚ kɹˈaɪz; hˈɔːɹs, ɹᵻvˈɜːbɚɹˌeɪɾɪŋ ɪn lˈɔŋdɹɔːn hˈɑːloʊ mˈɜːmɚz, wɪð sˈɪləbəlz tˈuː lˈaɪk ðoʊz ʌv lˈæntɚn!