text_original: And it was to this shallow nature that she had given her love and her life; for she could see nothing in life outside that fatal love. As that perished, she felt that she must die with it. There was nothing left  no child  no "forward looking hopes." But there was the memory of the past! In her lonely walks about the environs of Rome, the past was with her.
text_transcription: AND IT WAS TO THIS SHALLOW NATURE THAT SHE HAD GIVEN HER LOVE AND HER LIFE FOR SHE COULD SEE NOTHING IN LIFE OUTSIDE THAT FATAL LOVE AS THAT PERISHED SHE FELT SHE MUST DIE WITH IT THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT NO CHILD NO FORWARD LOOKING HOPES BUT THERE WAS THE MEMORY OF THE PAST IN HER LONELY WALKS ABOUT THE ENVIRONS OF ROME THE PAST WAS WITH HER
phonemes: ænd ɪt wʌz tə ðɪs ʃˈæloʊ nˈeɪtʃɚ ðæt ʃiː hæd ɡˈɪvən hɜː lˈʌv ænd hɜː lˈaɪf; fɔːɹ ʃiː kʊd sˈiː nˈʌθɪŋ ɪn lˈaɪf aʊtsˈaɪd ðæt fˈeɪɾəl lˈʌv. æz ðæt pˈɛɹɪʃt, ʃiː fˈɛlt ðæt ʃiː mˈʌst dˈaɪ wɪð ɪt. ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈʌθɪŋ lˈɛft nˈoʊ tʃˈaɪld nˈoʊ "fˈɔːɹwɚd lˈʊkɪŋ hˈoʊps." bˌʌt ðɛɹwˌʌz ðə mˈɛmɚɹi ʌvðə pˈæst! ɪn hɜː lˈoʊnli wˈɔːks ɐbˌaʊt ðɪ ɛnvˈaɪɹənz ʌv ɹˈoʊm, ðə pˈæst wʌz wɪð hɜː.