text_original: Far down in the valley, below the old gateway, a company of cypresses rose dark against the blue of the sea, and Isola knew that just on that slope of the shore where the cypresses grew tallest the graves of English exiles were gathered.
text_transcription: FAR DOWN IN THE VALLEY BELOW THE OLD GATEWAY A COMPANY OF CYPRESSES ROSE DARK AGAINST THE BLUE OF THE SEA AND ISOLA KNEW THAT JUST ON THAT SLOPE OF THE SHORE WHERE THE CYPRESSES GREW TALLEST THE GRAVES OF ENGLISH EXILES WERE GATHERED
phonemes: fˈɑːɹ dˌaʊn ɪnðə vˈæli, bᵻlˌoʊ ðɪ ˈoʊld ɡˈeɪtweɪ, ɐ kˈʌmpəni ʌv sˈaɪpɹəsᵻz ɹˈoʊz dˈɑːɹk ɐɡˈɛnst ðə blˈuː ʌvðə sˈiː, ænd aɪsˈoʊlə nˈuː ðæt dʒˈʌst ˌɔn ðæt slˈoʊp ʌvðə ʃˈɔːɹ wˌɛɹ ðə sˈaɪpɹəsᵻz ɡɹˈuː tˈɔːlɪst ðə ɡɹˈeɪvz ʌv ˈɪŋɡlɪʃ ˈɛɡzaɪlz wɜː ɡˈæðɚd.