text_original: Persuaded this must be the draught of immortality, I raised it to my lips; but apprehension lest it might be poison stayed my hand. Reassured, however, by the thought of the young man's miraculous recovery, I quaffed the potion.
text_transcription: PERSUADED THIS MUST BE THE DRAUGHT OF IMMORTALITY I RAISED IT TO MY LIPS BUT APPREHENSION LEST IT MIGHT BE POISON STAYED MY HAND REASSURED HOWEVER BY THE THOUGHT OF THE YOUNG MAN'S MIRACULOUS RECOVERY I QUAFFED THE POTION
phonemes: pɚswˈeɪdᵻd ðɪs mˈʌst biː ðə dɹˈæft ʌv ɪmɔːɹtˈælᵻɾi, aɪ ɹˈeɪzd ɪt tə maɪ lˈɪps; bˌʌt ˌæpɹihˈɛnʃən lˈɛst ɪt mˌaɪt biː pˈɔɪzən stˈeɪd maɪ hˈænd. ɹˌiːəʃˈʊɹd, haʊˈɛvɚ, baɪ ðə θˈɔːt ʌvðə jˈʌŋ mˈænz mɪɹˈækjʊləs ɹᵻkˈʌvɚɹi, aɪ kwˈɑːft ðə pˈoʊʃən.