text_original: The Brahmins then presented her with a lighted torch, bearing which 'Fresh as a flower just blown, And warm with life, her youthful pulses playing,' she stepped through the fatal door, and sat within the pile.
text_transcription: THE BRAHMINS THEN PRESENTED HER WITH A LIGHTED TORCH BEARING WHICH FRESH AS A FLOWER JUST BLOWN AND WARM WITH LIFE HER YOUTHFUL PULSES PLAYING SHE STEPPED THROUGH THE FATAL DOOR AND SAT WITHIN THE PILE
phonemes: ðə bɹˈɑːmɪnz ðˈɛn pɹɪzˈɛntᵻd hɜː wɪð ɐ lˈaɪɾᵻd tˈɔːɹtʃ, bˈɛɹɪŋ wˌɪtʃ fɹˈɛʃ æz ɐ flˈaʊɚ dʒˈʌst blˈoʊn, ænd wˈɔːɹm wɪð lˈaɪf, hɜː jˈuːθfəl pˈʌlsᵻz plˈeɪɪŋ,ʃiː stˈɛpt θɹuː ðə fˈeɪɾəl dˈɔːɹ, ænd sˈæt wɪðˌɪn ðə pˈaɪl.