text_original: And the brambles that clamber over the orchard rail—assuring the world at large that they are a highly respectable orchard grown fruit tree, and not a wild weed—are still green and crimson and a rich purple with the lovely tints of last autumn.
text_transcription: AND THE BRAMBLES THAT CLAMBER OVER THE ORCHARD RAIL ASSURING THE WORLD AT LARGE THAT THEY ARE A HIGHLY RESPECTABLE ORCHARD GROWN FRUIT TREE AND NOT A WILD WEED A STILL GREEN AND CRIMSON AND A RICH PURPLE WITH THE LOVELY TINTS OF LAST AUTUMN
phonemes: ænd ðə bɹˈæmbəlz ðæt klˈæmbɚɹ ˌoʊvɚ ðɪ ˈɔːɹtʃɚd ɹˈeɪl—əʃˈʊɹɹɪŋ ðə wˈɜːld æt lˈɑːɹdʒ ðæt ðeɪ ɑːɹ ɐ hˈaɪli ɹᵻspˈɛktəbəl ˈɔːɹtʃɚd ɡɹˈoʊn fɹˈuːt tɹˈiː, ænd nˌɑːɾə wˈaɪld wˈiːd—ɑːɹ stˈɪl ɡɹˈiːn ænd kɹˈɪmsən ænd ɐ ɹˈɪtʃ pˈɜːpəl wɪððə lˈʌvli tˈɪnts ʌv lˈæst ˈɔːɾʌm.