text_original: The night was solemn and beautiful. Myriads of stars paved the deep vault of heaven; the crescent moon hung like a silver lamp in the midst of them; a stream of rosy and quivering light, issuing from the north, traversed the sky, like the tail of some stupendous comet; while from its point of effluence broke forth, ever and anon, coruscations rivalling in splendour and variety of hue the most brilliant discharge of fireworks.
text_transcription: THE NIGHT WAS SOLEMN AND BEAUTIFUL MYRIADS OF STARS PAVED THE DEEP VAULT OF HEAVEN THE CRESCENT MOON HUNG LIKE A SILVER LAMP IN THE MIDST OF THEM A STREAM OF ROSY AND QUIVERING LIGHT ISSUING FROM THE NORTH TRAVERSED THE SKY LIKE THE TALE OF SOME STUPENDOUS COMET WHILE FROM ITS POINT OF AFFLUENCE BROKE FORTH EVER AND ANON CORUSCATIONS RIVALING IN SPLENDOR AND VARIETY OF HUE THE MOST BRILLIANT DISCHARGE OF FIREWORKS
phonemes: ðə nˈaɪt wʌz sˈɑːləm ænd bjˈuːɾifəl. mˈɪɹɪˌædz ʌv stˈɑːɹz pˈeɪvd ðə dˈiːp vˈɔlt ʌv hˈɛvən; ðə kɹˈɛsənt mˈuːn hˈʌŋ lˈaɪk ɐ sˈɪlvɚ lˈæmp ɪnðə mˈɪdst ʌv ðˌɛm; ɐ stɹˈiːm ʌv ɹˈoʊzi ænd kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ lˈaɪt, ˈɪʃuːɪŋ fɹʌmðə nˈɔːɹθ, tɹɐvˈɜːst ðə skˈaɪ, lˈaɪk ðə tˈeɪl ʌv sˌʌm stuːpˈɛndəs kˈɑːmɪt; wˌaɪl fɹʌm ɪts pˈɔɪnt ʌv ˈɛfluːəns bɹˈoʊk fˈɔːɹθ, ˈɛvɚɹ ænd ɐnˈɔn, kˌɔːɹəskˈeɪʃənz ɹˈaɪvəlˌɪŋ ɪn splˈɛndɚ ænd vɚɹˈaɪəɾi ʌv hjˈuː ðə mˈoʊst bɹˈɪliənt dɪstʃˈɑːɹdʒ ʌv fˈaɪɚwɜːks.