text_original: "Do not let us stain with one bitter thought our last look at those shores," said Don Juan, with the gentleness that was growing upon him of late.
text_transcription: DO NOT LET US STAIN WITH ONE BITTER THOUGHT OUR LAST LOOK AT THOSE SHORES SAID DON JUAN WITH THE GENTLENESS THAT WAS GROWING UPON HIM OF LATE
phonemes: "duːnˌɑːt lˈɛt ˌʌs stˈeɪn wɪð wˈʌn bˈɪɾɚ θˈɔːt ˌaʊɚ lˈæst lˈʊk æt ðoʊz ʃˈɔːɹz," sˈɛd dˈɑːn hwˈɑːn, wɪððə dʒˈɛntəlnəs ðæt wʌz ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ əpˌɑːn hˌɪm ʌv lˈeɪt.