text_original: Her poets, Tennyson, Browning, Swinburne  men who had lived while she was living, and one by one had vanished  of the great tragic actor whose genius had thrilled her childish heart  of all that company of the great who had died long before she was born  and it seemed to her in her dejection as if the earth were an empty desert, in which nothing great or beautiful was left.
text_transcription: HER POETS TENNYSON BROWNING SWINBURNE MEN WHO HAD LIVED WHILE SHE WAS LIVING AND ONE BY ONE HAD VANISHED OF THE GREAT TRAGIC ACTOR WHOSE GENIUS HAD THRILLED HER CHILDISH HEART OF ALL THAT COMPANY OF THE GREAT WHO HAD DIED LONG BEFORE SHE WAS BORN AND IT SEEMED TO HER IN HER DEJECTION AS IF THE EARTH WERE AN EMPTY DESERT IN WHICH NOTHING GREAT OR BEAUTIFUL WAS LEFT
phonemes: hɜː pˈoʊɪts, tˈɛnɪsən, bɹˈaʊnɪŋ, swˈɪnbɜːn mˈɛn hˌuː hæd lˈɪvd wˌaɪl ʃiː wʌz lˈɪvɪŋ, ænd wˈʌn baɪ wˈʌn hæd vˈænɪʃt ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪt tɹˈædʒɪk ˈæktɚ hˌuːz dʒˈiːnɪəs hæd θɹˈɪld hɜː tʃˈaɪldɪʃ hˈɑːɹt ʌv ˈɔːl ðæt kˈʌmpəni ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪt hˌuː hæd dˈaɪd lˈɔŋ bᵻfˌɔːɹ ʃiː wʌz bˈɔːɹn ænd ɪt sˈiːmd tə hɜːɹ ɪn hɜː dᵻdʒˈɛkʃən æz ɪf ðɪ ˈɜːθ wɜːɹ ɐn ˈɛmpti dˈɛzɚt, ɪnwˌɪtʃ nˈʌθɪŋ ɡɹˈeɪt ɔːɹ bjˈuːɾifəl wʌz lˈɛft.