text_original: But it seemed to him that to compare Isola with Allegra was to liken an ash sapling to an oak. He resigned himself to his disappointment, talked no more of Venice and the starlit lagunes, the summer nights on the Lido, and quoted no more of Euskin's rhapsodies ; but he came meekly day after day to join in the family excursion, whatever it might be.
text_transcription: BUT IT SEEMED TO HIM THAT TO COMPARE ISOLA WITH ALLEGRO WAS TO LIKEN AN ASH SAPLING TO AN OAK HE RESIGNED HIMSELF TO HIS DISAPPOINTMENT TALKED NO MORE OF VENICE AND THE STARLIT LAGOONS THE SUMMER NIGHTS ON THE LEDO AND QUOTED NO MORE OF RUSKIN'S RHAPSODIES BUT HE CAME MEEKLY DAY AFTER DAY TO JOIN IN THE FAMILY EXCURSION WHATEVER IT MIGHT BE
phonemes: bˌʌt ɪt sˈiːmd tə hˌɪm ðæt tə kəmpˈɛɹ aɪsˈoʊlə wɪð ɐlˈɛɡɹə wʌz tə lˈaɪkən ɐn ˈæʃ sˈæplɪŋ tʊ ɐn ˈoʊk. hiː ɹɪzˈaɪnd hɪmsˈɛlf tə hɪz dˌɪsɐpˈɔɪntmənt, tˈɔːkt nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ʌv vˈɛnɪs ænd ðə stˈɑːɹlɪt lˈæɡjuːnz, ðə sˈʌmɚ nˈaɪts ɔnðə lˈaɪdoʊ, ænd kwˈoʊɾᵻd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ʌv jˈuːskɪnz ɹˈæpsədiz ; bˌʌt hiː kˈeɪm mˈiːkli dˈeɪ ˈæftɚ dˈeɪ tə dʒˈɔɪn ɪnðə fˈæmɪli ɛkskˈɜːʃən, wʌtˈɛvɚɹ ɪt mˌaɪt bˈiː.