text_original: All the glory of the day was gone, and the white villas on the crest of the eastward hill stood out in livid distinctness against the blackened sky.
text_transcription: ALL THE GLORY OF THE DAY WAS GONE AND THE WHITE VILLAS ON THE CREST OF THE EASTWARD HILL STOOD OUT IN LIVID DISTINCTNESS AGAINST THE BLACKENED SKY
phonemes: ˈɔːl ðə ɡlˈɔːɹi ʌvðə dˈeɪ wʌz ɡˈɔn, ænd ðə wˈaɪt vˈɪləz ɔnðə kɹˈɛst ʌvðɪ ˈiːstwɚd hˈɪl stˈʊd ˈaʊt ɪn lˈɪvɪd dɪstˈɪŋktnəs ɐɡˈɛnst ðə blˈækənd skˈaɪ.