text_original: Here it was, that indulging that melancholy for which I have too much reason, I made, while my brother was absent last summer, some lines, which, if it was pleasant to repeat one's own poetry, I would read to you, as descriptive at once of the scene, and the state of mind in which I surveyed it.'
text_transcription: HERE IT WAS THAT INDULGING THAT MELANCHOLY FOR WHICH I HAVE TOO MUCH REASON I MADE WHILE MY BROTHER WAS ABSENT LAST SUMMER SOME LINES WHICH IF IT WAS PLEASANT TO REPEAT ONE'S OWN POETRY I WOULD READ TO YOU AS DESCRIPTIVE AT ONCE OF THE SCENE AND THE STATE OF MIND IN WHICH I SURVEYED IT
phonemes: hˈɪɹ ɪt wˈʌz, ðæt ɪndˈʌldʒɪŋ ðæt mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli fɔːɹ wˌɪtʃ aɪ hæv tˈuː mʌtʃ ɹˈiːzən, aɪ mˈeɪd, wˌaɪl maɪ bɹˈʌðɚ wʌz ˈæbsənt lˈæst sˈʌmɚ, sˌʌm lˈaɪnz, wˈɪtʃ, ɪf ɪt wʌz plˈɛzənt tə ɹᵻpˈiːt wˈʌnz ˈoʊn pˈoʊɪtɹi, aɪ wʊd ɹˈiːd tə juː, æz dᵻskɹˈɪptɪv ɐtwˈʌns ʌvðə sˈiːn, ænd ðə stˈeɪt ʌv mˈaɪnd ɪnwˌɪtʃ aɪ sɚvˈeɪd ɪt.