text_original: Still further back, where the sunshine never penetrates, even here something strives to give beauty to barrenness and soften austerity, for the small leaved ivy starts to climb the hard tree trunks, undoubtedly one of the most beautiful of the many living things that are neighbour to the old wood house.
text_transcription: STILL FURTHER BACK WHERE THE SUNSHINE NEVER PENETRATES EVEN HERE SOMETHING STRIVES TO GIVE BEAUTY TO BARRENNESS AND SOFTEN AUSTERITY FOR THE SMALL LEAVED IVY STARTS TO CLIMB THE HARD TREE TRUNKS UNDOUBTEDLY ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL OF THE MANY LIVING THINGS THAT ARE NEIGHBOR TO THE OLD WOOD HOUSE
phonemes: stˈɪl fˈɜːðɚ bˈæk, wˌɛɹ ðə sˈʌnʃaɪn nˈɛvɚ pˈɛnɪtɹˌeɪts, ˈiːvən hˈɪɹ sˈʌmθɪŋ stɹˈaɪvz tə ɡˈɪv bjˈuːɾi tə bˈæɹənnəs ænd sˈɔfən ɔːstˈɛɹᵻɾi, fɚðə smˈɔːl lˈiːvd ˈaɪvi stˈɑːɹts tə klˈaɪm ðə hˈɑːɹd tɹˈiː tɹˈʌŋks, ʌndˈaʊɾᵻdli wˈʌn ʌvðə mˈoʊst bjˈuːɾifəl ʌvðə mˈɛni lˈɪvɪŋ θˈɪŋz ðæt ɑːɹ nˈeɪbɚ tə ðɪ ˈoʊld wˈʊd hˈaʊs.