text_original: Then there was nothing left to do but to stamp off the snow, and shed rubbers, and ulsters, and scarfs, and woollen gloves, and possess our souls in patience indoors, till such time as the snow should give over.
text_transcription: THEN THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT TO DO BUT STAMP OFF THE SNOW AND SHED RUBBERS AND ULSTERS AND SCARVES AND WOOLLEN GLOVES AND POSSESS OUR SOULS IN PATIENCE INDOORS TILL SUCH TIME AS THE SNOW SHOULD GIVE OVER
phonemes: ðˈɛn ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈʌθɪŋ lˈɛft tə dˈuː bˌʌt tə stˈæmp ˈɔf ðə snˈoʊ, ænd ʃˈɛd ɹˈʌbɚz, ænd ˈʌlstɚz, ænd skˈɑːɹfs, ænd wˈʊlən ɡlˈʌvz, ænd pəzˈɛs ˌaʊɚ sˈoʊlz ɪn pˈeɪʃəns ɪndˈɔːɹz, tˈɪl sˈʌtʃ tˈaɪm æz ðə snˈoʊ ʃˌʊd ɡˈɪv ˈoʊvɚ.