text_original: Rotha thought she would like a guide book. Anything so majestic as the sweep of those mountain lines and the lift of their snowy heads, she had never imagined; nor anything so lovely as the peace of that narrow, meadowy valley at the foot of them.
text_transcription: ROTHA THOUGHT SHE WOULD LIKE A GUIDE BOOK ANYTHING SO MAJESTIC AS THE SWEEP OF THOSE MOUNTAIN LINES AND THE LIFT OF THEIR SNOWY HEADS SHE HAD NEVER IMAGINED NOR ANYTHING SO LOVELY AS THE PEACE OF THAT NARROW MEADOWY VALLEY AT THE FOOT OF THEM
phonemes: ɹˈɑːθə θˈɔːt ʃiː wʊd lˈaɪk ɐ ɡˈaɪd bˈʊk. ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ sˌoʊ mɐdʒˈɛstɪk æz ðə swˈiːp ʌv ðoʊz mˈaʊntɪn lˈaɪnz ænd ðə lˈɪft ʌv ðɛɹ snˈoʊi hˈɛdz, ʃiː hæd nˈɛvɚɹ ɪmˈædʒɪnd; nˈɔːɹ ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ sˌoʊ lˈʌvli æz ðə pˈiːs ʌv ðæt nˈæɹoʊ, mˈɛdoʊi vˈæli æt ðə fˈʊt ʌv ðˌɛm.