text_original: "Oh, heavens! we shall both perish," shrieked Darcy, vainly endeavouring to raise his palsied arm,  "perish with the blissful shore in view." And he sank backwards, and would have fallen to the ground if he had not caught at the terrestrial sphere for support.
text_transcription: OH HEAVENS WE SHALL BOTH PERISH SHRIEKED DARCY VAINLY ENDEAVORING TO RAISE HIS PALSIED ARM PERISH WITH THE BLISSFUL SHORE IN VIEW AND HE SANK BACKWARDS AND WOULD HAVE FALLEN TO THE GROUND IF HE HAD NOT CAUGHT AT THE TERRESTRIAL SPHERE FOR SUPPORT
phonemes: "ˈoʊ, hˈɛvənz! wiːʃˌɐl bˈoʊθ pˈɛɹɪʃ," ʃɹˈiːkt dˈɑːɹsi, vˈeɪnli ɛndˈɛvɚɹɪŋ tə ɹˈeɪz hɪz pˈɔːlzid ˈɑːɹm,  "pˈɛɹɪʃ wɪððə blˈɪsfəl ʃˈɔːɹ ɪn vjˈuː." ænd hiː sˈæŋk bˈækwɚdz, ænd wʊdhɐv fˈɔːlən tə ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd ɪf hiː hæd nˌɑːt kˈɔːt æt ðə tɚɹˈɛstɹɪəl sfˈɪɹ fɔːɹ səpˈɔːɹt.