text_original: By another spring the aching and anxiousness were a little dulled, for habit blunts even the keen edge of mortal pain.
text_transcription: BY ANOTHER SPRING THE ACHING AND ANXIOUSNESS WERE A LITTLE DULLED FOR HABIT BLUNTS EVEN THE KEEN EDGE OF MORTAL PAIN
phonemes: baɪ ɐnˈʌðɚ spɹˈɪŋ ðɪ ˈeɪkɪŋ ænd ˈæŋʃəsnəs wɜːɹ ɐ lˈɪɾəl dˈʌld, fɔːɹ hˈæbɪt blˈʌnts ˈiːvən ðə kˈiːn ˈɛdʒ ʌv mˈɔːɹɾəl pˈeɪn.