text_original: He looked round his domain doubtfully to day, wondering if it were good enough for Daphne, this poor table land of a garden, a flat lawn, a long old fashioned border crammed with homely flowers, the yew tree arbour at the end of yonder walk.
text_transcription: HE LOOKED ROUND HIS DOMAIN DOUBTFULLY TO DAY WONDERING IF IT WERE GOOD ENOUGH FOR DAPHNE THIS POOR TABLE LAND OF A GARDEN A FLAT LAWN A LONG OLD FASHIONED BORDER CRAMMED WITH HOMELY FLOWERS THE YEW TREE ARBOUR AT THE END OF YONDER WALK
phonemes: hiː lˈʊkt ɹˈaʊnd hɪz dəmˈeɪn dˈaʊtfəli tə dˈeɪ, wˈʌndɚɹɪŋ ɪf ɪt wɜː ɡˈʊd ɪnˈʌf fɔːɹ dˈæfni, ðɪs pˈʊɹ tˈeɪbəl lˈænd əvə ɡˈɑːɹdən, ɐ flˈæt lˈɔːn, ɐ lˈɔŋ ˈoʊld fˈæʃənd bˈɔːɹdɚ kɹˈæmd wɪð hˈoʊmli flˈaʊɚz, ðə jˈuː tɹˈiː ˈɑːɹbɚɹ æt ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌv jˈɑːndɚ wˈɔːk.