text_original: Ever wilder swells the tide of men; their infinite hum waxing ever louder, into imprecations, perhaps into crackle of stray musketry,—which latter, on walls nine feet thick, cannot do execution.
text_transcription: EVER WILDER SWELLS THE TIDE OF MEN THEIR INFINITE HUM WAXING EVER LOUDER INTO IMPRECATION PERHAPS INTO CRACKLE OF STRAY MUSKETRY WHICH LATTER ON WALLS NINE FEET THICK CANNOT DO EXECUTION
phonemes: ˈɛvɚ wˈaɪldɚ swˈɛlz ðə tˈaɪd ʌv mˈɛn; ðɛɹ ˈɪnfɪnət hˈʌm wˈæksɪŋ ˈɛvɚ lˈaʊdɚ, ˌɪntʊ ɪmpɹɪkˈeɪʃənz, pɚhˈæps ˌɪntʊ kɹˈækəl ʌv stɹˈeɪ mˈʌskɪtɹi,—wˌɪtʃ lˈæɾɚ, ˌɔn wˈɔːlz nˈaɪn fˈiːt θˈɪk, kænˈɑːt dˈuː ˌɛksɪkjˈuːʃən.