text_original: [Illustration] The castle clock struck one  the night was dark, drear, and tempestuous.  Henry set in an antique chamber of it, over a wood fire, which, in the stupor of contemplation, he had suffered to decrease into a few lifeless embers; on the table by him lay the portrait of Mary  the features of which were not very perfectly disclosed by a taper, that just glimmered in the socket.
text_transcription: THE CASTLE CLOCK STRUCK ONE THE NIGHT WAS DARK DREAR AND TEMPESTUOUS HENRY SAT IN AN ANTIQUE CHAMBER OF IT OVER A WOOD FIRE WHICH IN THE STUPOR OF CONTEMPLATION HE HAD SUFFERED TO DECREASE INTO A FEW LIFELESS EMBERS ON THE TABLE BY HIM LAY THE PORTRAIT OF MARY THE FEATURES OF WHICH WERE NOT VERY PERFECTLY DISCLOSED BY A TAPER THAT JUST GLIMMERED IN THE SOCKET
phonemes: [ˌɪləstɹˈeɪʃən] ðə kˈæsəl klˈɑːk stɹˈʌk wˈʌn ðə nˈaɪt wʌz dˈɑːɹk, dɹˈɪɹ, ænd tɛmpˈɛstʃuːəs.  hˈɛnɹi sˈɛt ɪn ɐn æntˈiːk tʃˈeɪmbɚɹ ʌv ɪt, ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐ wˈʊd fˈaɪɚ, wˈɪtʃ, ɪnðə stˈuːpɚɹ ʌv kˌɑːntəmplˈeɪʃən, hiː hæd sˈʌfɚd tə dˈiːkɹiːs ˌɪntʊ ɐ fjˈuː lˈaɪfləs ˈɛmbɚz; ɔnðə tˈeɪbəl baɪ hˌɪm lˈeɪ ðə pˈɔːɹtɹɪt ʌv mˈɛɹi ðə fˈiːtʃɚz ʌvwˈɪtʃ wɜː nˌɑːt vˈɛɹi pˈɜːfɛktli dɪsklˈoʊzd baɪ ɐ tˈeɪpɚ, ðæt dʒˈʌst ɡlˈɪmɚd ɪnðə sˈɑːkɪt.