text_original: The wind blew faster, and more furiously, Then rooted up the tree that with its head Had touched the high clouds in its majesty, And stretched far downwards to the realms of dead. FABLE XXII. AGAINST THOSE WHO ARE HARD TO PLEASE.
text_transcription: THE WIND BLEW FASTER AND MORE FURIOUSLY THEN ROOTED UP THE TREE THAT WITH ITS HEAD HAD TOUCHED THE HIGH CLOUDS IN ITS MAJESTY AND STRETCHED FAR DOWNWARDS TO THE REALMS OF DEAD FABLE TWENTY TWO AGAINST THOSE WHO ARE HARD TO PLEASE
phonemes: ðə wˈɪnd blˈuː fˈæstɚ, ænd mˈɔːɹ fjˈʊɹɹiəsli, ðˈɛn ɹˈuːɾᵻd ˌʌp ðə tɹˈiː ðæt wɪð ɪts hˈɛd hæd tˈʌtʃt ðə hˈaɪ klˈaʊdz ɪn ɪts mˈædʒᵻsti, ænd stɹˈɛtʃt fˈɑːɹ dˈaʊnwɚdz tə ðə ɹˈɛlmz ʌv dˈɛd. fˈeɪbəl ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛnti tˈuː. ɐɡˈɛnst ðoʊz hˌuː ɑːɹ hˈɑːɹd tuː plˈiːz.