text_original: "Never," I replied, "thou wondrous pattern of all earthly perfection! never, until death shall divide us! By this ambrosial kiss, a thousand times more fragrant than the breeze that sweeps the orange grove, I never more will leave thee!"
text_transcription: NEVER I REPLIED THOU WONDROUS PATTERN OF ALL EARTHLY PERFECTION NEVER UNTIL DEATH SHALL DIVIDE US BY THIS AMBROSIAL KISS A THOUSAND TIMES MORE FRAGRANT THAN THE BREEZE THAT SWEEPS THE ORANGE GROVE I NEVER MORE WILL LEAVE THEE
phonemes: "nˈɛvɚ," aɪ ɹᵻplˈaɪd, "ðˈaʊ wˈʌndɹəs pˈætɚn ʌv ˈɔːl ˈɜːθli pɚfˈɛkʃən! nˈɛvɚ, ʌntˈɪl dˈɛθ ʃˌæl dᵻvˈaɪd ˌʌs! baɪ ðɪs æmbɹˈoʊsɪəl kˈɪs, ɐ θˈaʊzənd tˈaɪmz mˈɔːɹ fɹˈeɪɡɹənt ðɐn ðə bɹˈiːz ðæt swˈiːps ðɪ ˈɔɹɪndʒ ɡɹˈoʊv, aɪ nˈɛvɚ mˈɔːɹ wɪl lˈiːv ðˈiː!"