text_original: All around was rustic peace. Green meadows and blue waters, amidst which there lay gardens that had taken a century to make  grass walks between yew hedges, and labyrinths of roses; and in the distance purple woods that melted into a purple horizon.
text_transcription: ALL AROUND WAS RUSTIC PEACE GREEN MEADOWS AND BLUE WATERS AMIDST WHICH THERE LAY GARDENS THAT HAD TAKEN A CENTURY TO MAKE GRASS WALKS BETWEEN NEW HEDGES AND LABYRINTHS OF ROSES AND IN THE DISTANCE PURPLE WOODS THAT MELTED INTO A PURPLE HORIZON
phonemes: ˈɔːl ɚɹˈaʊnd wʌz ɹˈʌstɪk pˈiːs. ɡɹˈiːn mˈɛdoʊz ænd blˈuː wˈɔːɾɚz, ɐmˈɪdst wˌɪtʃ ðɛɹ lˈeɪ ɡˈɑːɹdənz ðæt hæd tˈeɪkən ɐ sˈɛntʃɚɹi tə mˌeɪk ɡɹˈæs wˈɔːks bᵻtwˌiːn jˈuː hˈɛdʒᵻz, ænd lˈæbɚɹˌɪnθs ʌv ɹˈoʊzᵻz; ænd ɪnðə dˈɪstəns pˈɜːpəl wˈʊdz ðæt mˈɛltᵻd ˌɪntʊ ɐ pˈɜːpəl hɚɹˈaɪzən.