text_original: Paris flings up her windows, claps hands, as the Avengers, with their shrilling drums and shalms tramp by; she will then sit pensive, apprehensive, and pass rather a sleepless night.
text_transcription: PARIS FLINGS UP HER WINDOWS CLAPS HANDS AS THE AVENGERS WITH THEIR SHRILLING DRUMS AND SHOUTS TRAMP BY SHE WILL THEN SIT PENSIVE APPREHENSIVE AND PASS RATHER A SLEEPLESS NIGHT
phonemes: pˈæɹɪs flˈɪŋz ˌʌp hɜː wˈɪndoʊz, klˈæps hˈændz, æz ðɪ ɐvˈɛndʒɚz, wɪð ðɛɹ ʃɹˈɪlɪŋ dɹˈʌmz ænd ʃˈælmz tɹˈæmp bˈaɪ; ʃiː wɪl ðˈɛn sˈɪt pˈɛnsɪv, ˌæpɹihˈɛnsɪv, ænd pˈæs ɹˈæðɚɹ ɐ slˈiːpləs nˈaɪt.