text_original: The soft plush carpet, the thick rug on which she was crouching; how they glowed warm and rich in the red shine of the fiery grate; how beautiful the crimson ground was, and how dainty the drab tints of the flowers running over it.
text_transcription: THE SOFT PLUSH CARPET THE THICK RUG ON WHICH SHE WAS CROUCHING HOW THEY GLOWED WARM AND RICH IN THE RED SHINE OF THE FIERY GRATE HOW BEAUTIFUL THE CRIMSON GROUND WAS AND HOW DAINTY THE DRAB TINTS OF THE FLOWERS RUNNING OVER IT
phonemes: ðə sˈɔft plˈʌʃ kˈɑːɹpɪt, ðə θˈɪk ɹˈʌɡ ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ ʃiː wʌz kɹˈaʊtʃɪŋ; hˌaʊ ðeɪ ɡlˈoʊd wˈɔːɹm ænd ɹˈɪtʃ ɪnðə ɹˈɛd ʃˈaɪn ʌvðə fˈaɪɚɹi ɡɹˈeɪt; hˌaʊ bjˈuːɾifəl ðə kɹˈɪmsən ɡɹˈaʊnd wʌz, ænd hˌaʊ dˈeɪnti ðə dɹˈæb tˈɪnts ʌvðə flˈaʊɚz ɹˈʌnɪŋ ˈoʊvɚɹ ɪt.