text_original: While listening to this clamour, Auriol gazed at the populous and picturesque city stretched out before him, and bathed in the moonlight. "A hundred years hence," he thought, "and scarcely one soul of the thousands within those houses will be living, save myself.
text_transcription: WHILE LISTENING TO THIS CLAMOR AUREOLE GAZED AT THE POPULOUS AND PICTURESQUE CITY STRETCHED OUT BEFORE HIM AND BATHED IN THE MOONLIGHT A HUNDRED YEARS HENCE HE THOUGHT AND SCARCELY ONE SOUL OF THE THOUSAND WITHIN THOSE HOUSES WILL BE LIVING SAVE MYSELF
phonemes: wˌaɪl lˈɪsənɪŋ tə ðɪs klˈæmɚ, ˈɔːɹɪˌɑːl ɡˈeɪzd æt ðə pˈɑːpjʊləs ænd pˌɪktʃɚɹˈɛsk sˈɪɾi stɹˈɛtʃt ˈaʊt bᵻfˈɔːɹ hˌɪm, ænd bˈeɪðd ɪnðə mˈuːnlaɪt. "ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɪɹz hˈɛns," hiː θˈɔːt, "ænd skˈɛɹsli wˈʌn sˈoʊl ʌvðə θˈaʊzəndz wɪðˌɪn ðoʊz hˈaʊzᵻz wɪl biː lˈɪvɪŋ, sˈeɪv maɪsˈɛlf.