text_original: My poor child, you are shivering, and can hardly stand. Let us go nearer the fire. Sit down, and let us talk quietly  and be kind, and bear with a foolish old woman, who sees the joy of her life slipping away from her."
text_transcription: MY POOR CHILD YOU ARE SHIVERING AND CAN HARDLY STAND LET US GO NEARER THE FIRE SIT DOWN AND LET US TALK QUIETLY AND BE KIND AND BEAR WITH A FOOLISH OLD WOMAN WHO SEES THE JOY OF HER LIFE SLIPPING AWAY FROM HER
phonemes: maɪ pˈʊɹ tʃˈaɪld, juː ɑːɹ ʃˈɪvɚɹɪŋ, ænd kæn hˈɑːɹdli stˈænd. lˈɛt ˌʌs ɡˌoʊ nˈɪɹɚ ðə fˈaɪɚ. sˈɪt dˈaʊn, ænd lˈɛt ˌʌs tˈɔːk kwˈaɪətli ænd biː kˈaɪnd, ænd bˈɛɹ wɪð ɐ fˈuːlɪʃ ˈoʊld wˈʊmən, hˌuː sˈiːz ðə dʒˈɔɪ ʌv hɜː lˈaɪf slˈɪpɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm hɜː."