text_original: Emmeline now earnestly pressing her to gratify the curiosity she had thus raised, at length prevailed upon her to repeat the following SONNET Far on the sands, the low, retiring tide, In distant murmurs hardly seems to flow, And o'er the world of waters, blue and wide The sighing summer wind, forgets to blow.
text_transcription: EMMELINE NOW EARNESTLY PRESSING HER TO GRATIFY THE CURIOSITY SHE HAD THUS RAISED AT LENGTH PREVAILED UPON HER TO REPEAT THE FOLLOWING SONNET FAR ON THE SANDS THE LOW RETIRING TIDE IN DISTANT MURMURS HARDLY SEEMS TO FLOW AND O'ER THE WORLD OF WATERS BLUE AND WIDE THE SIGHING SUMMER WIND FORGETS TO BLOW
phonemes: ˈɛmɪlˌaɪn nˈaʊ ˈɜːnɪstli pɹˈɛsɪŋ hɜː tə ɡɹˈæɾᵻfˌaɪ ðə kjˌʊɹɹɪˈɔsᵻɾi ʃiː hæd ðˈʌs ɹˈeɪzd, æt lˈɛŋθ pɹɪvˈeɪld əpˌɑːn hɜː tə ɹᵻpˈiːt ðə fˈɑːloʊɪŋ sˈɑːnɪt fˈɑːɹ ɔnðə sˈændz, ðə lˈoʊ, ɹᵻtˈaɪɚɹɪŋ tˈaɪd, ɪn dˈɪstənt mˈɜːmɚz hˈɑːɹdli sˈiːmz tə flˈoʊ, ænd ˈɔːɹ ðə wˈɜːld ʌv wˈɔːɾɚz, blˈuː ænd wˈaɪd ðə sˈaɪɪŋ sˈʌmɚ wˈɪnd, fɚɡˈɛts tə blˈoʊ.