text_original: In Rome she could forget herself, and all that made the sum of her existence. She wandered in a world of beautiful dreams. The dust she trod upon was mingled with the blood of heroes and of saints.
text_transcription: IN ROME SHE COULD FORGET HERSELF AND ALL THAT MADE THE SUM OF HER EXISTENCE SHE WANDERED IN A WORLD OF BEAUTIFUL DREAMS THE DUST SHE TROD UPON WAS MINGLED WITH THE BLOOD OF HEROES AND OF SAINTS
phonemes: ɪn ɹˈoʊm ʃiː kʊd fɚɡˈɛt hɜːsˈɛlf, ænd ˈɔːl ðæt mˌeɪd ðə sˈʌm ʌv hɜːɹ ɛɡzˈɪstəns. ʃiː wˈɔndɚd ɪn ɐ wˈɜːld ʌv bjˈuːɾifəl dɹˈiːmz. ðə dˈʌst ʃiː tɹˈɑːd əpˌɑːn wʌz mˈɪŋɡəld wɪððə blˈʌd ʌv hˈiəɹoʊz ænd ʌv sˈeɪnts.