text_original: The taunt which, uttered by a stranger s lips, Scarce heard, scarce minded, passed us like the wind, Breathed by a dear voice, which has grown unkind, Turns sweet to bitter, sunshine to eclipse.
text_transcription: THE TAUNT WHICH UTTERED BY A STRANGER'S LIPS SCARCE HEARD SCARCE MINDED PASSED US LIKE THE WIND BREATHED BY A DEAR VOICE WHICH HAS GROWN UNKIND TURNED SWEET TO BITTER SUNSHINE TO ECLIPSE
phonemes: ðə tˈɔːnt wˈɪtʃ, ˈʌɾɚd baɪ ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒɚɹ ˈɛs lˈɪps, skˈɛɹs hˈɜːd, skˈɛɹs mˈaɪndᵻd, pˈæst ˌʌs lˈaɪk ðə wˈɪnd, bɹˈiːðd baɪ ɐ dˈɪɹ vˈɔɪs, wˌɪtʃ hɐz ɡɹˈoʊn ʌŋkˈaɪnd, tˈɜːnz swˈiːt tə bˈɪɾɚ, sˈʌnʃaɪn tʊ ɪklˈɪps.