text_original: And what delight it was by and by to wander out into the 144 Asphodel. cool garden, leaving the Kector to prose to poor Edgar over his Chambertin, and to lose themselves in the shadowy shrub  bery, where the perfume of golden broom and mock orange seemed intensified by the darkness.
text_transcription: AND WHAT DELIGHT IT WAS BY AND BY TO WANDER OUT INTO THE COOL GARDEN LEAVING THE RECTOR TO PROSE TO POOR EDGAR OVER HIS CHAMBARTAN AND TO LOSE THEMSELVES IN THE SHADOWY SHRUBBERY WHERE THE PERFUME OF GOLDEN BROOM AND MOCK ORANGE SEEMED INTENSIFIED BY THE DARKNESS
phonemes: ænd wʌt dᵻlˈaɪt ɪt wʌz baɪ ænd baɪ tə wˈɔndɚɹ ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ ðə wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi fˈɔːɹ ɐsfˈoʊdəl. kˈuːl ɡˈɑːɹdən, lˈiːvɪŋ ðə kˈɛktɚ tə pɹˈoʊz tə pˈʊɹ ˈɛdɡɚɹ ˌoʊvɚ hɪz tʃˈeɪmbɚtˌɪn, ænd tə lˈuːz ðɛmsˈɛlvz ɪnðə ʃˈædoʊi ʃɹˈʌb bˈɜːɹi, wˌɛɹ ðə pˈɜːfjuːm ʌv ɡˈoʊldən bɹˈuːm ænd mˈɑːk ˈɔɹɪndʒ sˈiːmd ɪntˈɛnsᵻfˌaɪd baɪ ðə dˈɑːɹknəs.