text_original: It was only his heart that was lying there, the imperishable heart, snatched by Trelawncy's hand from the flame of the Greek pyre, from the smoke of pine logs and frankincense, wine and oil.
text_transcription: IT WAS ONLY HIS HEART THAT WAS LYING THERE THE IMPERISHABLE HEART SNATCHED BY TRELAWNEY'S HAND FROM THE FLAME OF THE GREEK PYRE FROM THE SMOKE OF PINE LOGS AND FRANKINCENSE WINE AND OIL
phonemes: ɪt wʌz ˈoʊnli hɪz hˈɑːɹt ðæt wʌz lˈaɪɪŋ ðˈɛɹ, ðɪ ɪmpˈɛɹɪʃəbəl hˈɑːɹt, snˈætʃt baɪ tɹˈɛlɔːnsiz hˈænd fɹʌmðə flˈeɪm ʌvðə ɡɹˈiːk pˈaɪɚ, fɹʌmðə smˈoʊk ʌv pˈaɪn lˈɔɡz ænd fɹˈæŋkɪnsˌɛns, wˈaɪn ænd ˈɔɪl.