text_original: Some years have elapsed since the last appearance of O'Donoghue. The April of that year had been remarkably wild and stormy; but on May morning the fury of the elements had altogether subsided. The air was hushed and still; and the sky, which was reflected in the serene lake, resembled a beautiful but deceitful countenance, whose smiles, after the most tempestuous emotions, tempt the stranger to believe that it belongs to a soul which no passion has ever ruffled.
text_transcription: SOME YEARS HAVE ELAPSED SINCE THE LAST APPEARANCE OF ODONIEU THE APRIL OF THAT YEAR HAD BEEN REMARKABLY WILD AND STORMY BUT ON MAY MORNING THE FURY OF THE ELEMENTS HAD ALTOGETHER SUBSIDED THE AIR WAS HUSHED AND STILL AND THE SKY WHICH WAS REFLECTED IN THE SERENE LAKE RESEMBLED A BEAUTIFUL BUT DECEITFUL COUNTENANCE WHOSE SMILES AFTER THE MOST TEMPESTUOUS EMOTIONS TEMPT THE STRANGER TO BELIEVE THAT IT BELONGS TO A SOUL WHICH NO PASSION HAS EVER RUFFLED
phonemes: sˌʌm jˈɪɹz hæv ᵻlˈæpst sˈɪns ðə lˈæst ɐpˈɪɹəns ʌv oʊdˈɑːnəɡhjˌuː. ðɪ ˈeɪpɹəl ʌv ðæt jˈɪɹ hɐdbɪn ɹᵻmˈɑːɹkəbli wˈaɪld ænd stˈɔːɹmi; bˌʌt ˌɔn mˈeɪ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ðə fjˈʊɹɹi ʌvðɪ ˈɛlɪmənts hæd ˌɔːltəɡˈɛðɚ sʌbsˈaɪdᵻd. ðɪ ˈɛɹ wʌz hˈʌʃt ænd stˈɪl; ænd ðə skˈaɪ, wˌɪtʃ wʌz ɹᵻflˈɛktᵻd ɪnðə sɚɹˈiːn lˈeɪk, ɹᵻzˈɛmbəld ɐ bjˈuːɾifəl bˌʌt dᵻsˈiːtfəl kˈaʊntənəns, hˌuːz smˈaɪlz, ˈæftɚ ðə mˈoʊst tɛmpˈɛstʃuːəs ɪmˈoʊʃənz, tˈɛmpt ðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚ tə bᵻlˈiːv ðˌɐɾɪt bᵻlˈɔŋz tʊ ɐ sˈoʊl wˌɪtʃ nˈoʊ pˈæʃən hɐz ˈɛvɚ ɹˈʌfəld.