text_original: This always was, and always must be, a very sad and lonesome place, close to a desolate waste of sand, and the continual roaring of the sea upon black rocks. A great grey house, with many chimneys, many gables, and many windows, yet not a neighbour to look out on, not a tree to feed its chimneys, scarce a firelight in its gables in the very depth of winter.
text_transcription: THIS ALWAYS WAS AND ALWAYS MUST BE A VERY SAD AND LONESOME PLACE CLOSE TO A DESOLATE WASTE OF SAND AND THE CONTINUAL ROARING OF THE SEA UPON BLACK ROCKS A GREAT GREY HOUSE WITH MANY CHIMNEYS MANY GABLES AND MANY WINDOWS YET NOT A NEIGHBOUR TO LOOK OUT ON NOT A TREE TO FEED ITS CHIMNEYS SCARCE A FIRELIGHT IN ITS GABLES IN THE VERY DEPTH OF WINTER
phonemes: ðɪs ˈɔːlweɪz wʌz, ænd ˈɔːlweɪz mˈʌst bˈiː, ɐ vˈɛɹi sˈæd ænd lˈoʊnsʌm plˈeɪs, klˈoʊs tʊ ɐ dˈɛsələt wˈeɪst ʌv sˈænd, ænd ðə kəntˈɪnjuːəl ɹˈɔːɹɪŋ ʌvðə sˈiː əpˌɑːn blˈæk ɹˈɑːks. ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt ɡɹˈeɪ hˈaʊs, wɪð mˈɛni tʃˈɪmniz, mˈɛni ɡˈeɪbəlz, ænd mˈɛni wˈɪndoʊz, jˈɛt nˌɑːɾə nˈeɪbɚ tə lˈʊk ˈaʊt ˈɔn, nˌɑːɾə tɹˈiː tə fˈiːd ɪts tʃˈɪmniz, skˈɛɹs ɐ fˈaɪɚlaɪt ɪn ɪts ɡˈeɪbəlz ɪnðə vˈɛɹi dˈɛpθ ʌv wˈɪntɚ.