text_original: Yet she smiled on and still on, uncomplainingly, because she saw that the painter (who had high renown) took a fervid and burning pleasure in his task, and wrought day and night to depict her who so loved him, yet who grew daily more dispirited and weak.
text_transcription: YET SHE SMILED ON AND STILL ON UNCOMPLAININGLY BECAUSE SHE SAW THAT THE PAINTER WHO HAD HIGH RENOWN TOOK A FERVID AND BURNING PLEASURE IN HIS TASK AND WROUGHT DAY AND NIGHT TO DEPICT HER WHO SO LOVED HIM YET WHO GREW DAILY MORE DISPIRITED AND WEAK
phonemes: jˈɛt ʃiː smˈaɪld ˌɔn ænd stˈɪl ˈɔn, ʌŋkəmplˈeɪnɪŋli, bɪkˈʌz ʃiː sˈɔː ðætðə pˈeɪntɚ (hˌuː hæd hˈaɪ ɹᵻnˈaʊn) tˈʊk ɐ fˈɜːvɪd ænd bˈɜːnɪŋ plˈɛʒɚɹ ɪn hɪz tˈæsk, ænd ɹˈɔːt dˈeɪ ænd nˈaɪt tə dᵻpˈɪkt hɜː hˌuː sˌoʊ lˈʌvd hˌɪm, jˈɛt hˌuː ɡɹˈuː dˈeɪli mˈɔːɹ dɪspˈɪɹɪɾᵻd ænd wˈiːk.