text_original: She softly opened the sash; listened to the low, hollow murmur of the sea; and surveyed the lawn and the hill behind it, which, by the faint and uncertain light, she could just discern. All breathed a certain solemn and melancholy stillness calculated to inspire horror.
text_transcription: SHE SOFTLY OPENED THE SASH LISTENED TO THE LOW HOLLOW MURMUR OF THE SEA AND SURVEYED THE LAWN AND THE HILL BEHIND IT WHICH BY THE FAINT AND UNCERTAIN LIGHT SHE COULD JUST DISCERN ALL BREATHED A CERTAIN SOLEMN AND MELANCHOLY STILLNESS CALCULATED TO INSPIRE HORROR
phonemes: ʃiː sˈɔftli ˈoʊpənd ðə sˈæʃ; lˈɪsənd tə ðə lˈoʊ, hˈɑːloʊ mˈɜːmɚɹ ʌvðə sˈiː; ænd sɚvˈeɪd ðə lˈɔːn ænd ðə hˈɪl bᵻhˈaɪnd ɪt, wˈɪtʃ, baɪ ðə fˈeɪnt ænd ʌnsˈɜːʔn̩ lˈaɪt, ʃiː kʊd dʒˈʌst dɪsˈɜːn. ˈɔːl bɹˈiːðd ɐ sˈɜːʔn̩ sˈɑːləm ænd mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli stˈɪlnəs kˈælkjʊlˌeɪɾᵻd tʊ ɪnspˈaɪɚ hˈɔɹɚ.