text_original: Exactly opposite her, as she stood in the deep cleft of the hills, a solitary vessel was labouring under press of canvas towards the point upon whose dusky summit the chapel of the Madonna della Guardia gleamed whitely in the dying day.
text_transcription: EXACTLY OPPOSITE HER AS SHE STOOD IN THE DEEP CLEFT OF THE HILLS A SOLITARY VESSEL WAS LABORING UNDER PRESS OF CANVAS TOWARDS THE POINT UPON WHOSE DUSKY SUMMIT THE CHAPEL OF THE MADONLA DE LA GUADIA GLEAMED WHITELY IN THE DYING DAY
phonemes: ɛɡzˈæktli ˈɑːpəzˌɪt hɜː, æz ʃiː stˈʊd ɪnðə dˈiːp klˈɛft ʌvðə hˈɪlz, ɐ sˈɑːlətˌɛɹi vˈɛsəl wʌz lˈeɪbɚɹɪŋ ˌʌndɚ pɹˈɛs ʌv kˈænvəs təwˈɔːɹdz ðə pˈɔɪnt əpˌɑːn hˌuːz dˈʌski sˈʌmɪt ðə tʃˈæpəl ʌvðə mɐdˈɑːnə dˈɛlə ɡˈɑːɹdiə ɡlˈiːmd wˈaɪtli ɪnðə dˈaɪɪŋ dˈeɪ.