text_original: Isola and Allegra had made pilgrimages to the spot before to day. It was a drive they both loved, a glimpse of the pastoral life outside the gates of the city, and a place for ever associated with the poet whose verse was written in their hearts.
text_transcription: ISOLA AND ALEGRA HAD MADE PILGRIMAGES TO THE SPOT BEFORE TO DAY IT WAS A DRIVE THEY BOTH LOVED A GLIMPSE OF THE PASTORAL LIFE OUTSIDE THE GATES OF THE CITY AND A PLACE FOR EVER ASSOCIATED WITH A POET WHOSE VERSE WAS WRITTEN IN THEIR HEARTS
phonemes: aɪsˈoʊlə ænd ɐlˈɛɡɹə hæd mˌeɪd pˈɪlɡɹɪmɪdʒᵻz tə ðə spˈɑːt bᵻfˌɔːɹ tə dˈeɪ. ɪt wʌzɐ dɹˈaɪv ðeɪ bˈoʊθ lˈʌvd, ɐ ɡlˈɪmps ʌvðə pˈæstɚɹəl lˈaɪf aʊtsˈaɪd ðə ɡˈeɪts ʌvðə sˈɪɾi, ænd ɐ plˈeɪs fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚɹ ɐsˈoʊsɪˌeɪɾᵻd wɪððə pˈoʊɪt hˌuːz vˈɜːs wʌz ɹˈɪʔn̩ ɪn ðɛɹ hˈɑːɹts.