text_original: As they advanced, I observed an air of melancholy in the countenance of Narcissa, blended with such unspeakable sweetness, that I could scarce refrain from flying into her arms, and kissing away the pearly drop that stood collected in each bewitching eye.
text_transcription: AS THEY ADVANCED I OBSERVED AN AIR OF MELANCHOLY IN THE COUNTENANCE OF NARCISSA BLENDED WITH SUCH UNSPEAKABLE SWEETNESS THAT I COULD SCARCE REFRAIN FROM FLYING INTO HER ARMS AND KISSING AWAY THE PEARLY DROP THAT STOOD COLLECTED IN EACH BEWITCHING EYE
phonemes: æz ðeɪ ɐdvˈænst, aɪ əbzˈɜːvd ɐn ˈɛɹ ʌv mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli ɪnðə kˈaʊntənəns ʌv nɑːɹsˈɪsə, blˈɛndᵻd wɪð sˈʌtʃ ʌnspˈiːkəbəl swˈiːtnəs, ðæt aɪ kʊd skˈɛɹs ɹᵻfɹˈeɪn fɹʌm flˈaɪɪŋ ˌɪntʊ hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹmz, ænd kˈɪsɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ ðə pˈɜːli dɹˈɑːp ðæt stˈʊd kəlˈɛktᵻd ɪn ˈiːtʃ bᵻwˈɪtʃɪŋ ˈaɪ.