text_original: On the dew whitened grass of the lawn, we came on a little dark beast. My spaniel, liking its savour, stood with his nose at point; but, being called off, I could feel him obedient, still quivering, under my hand.
text_transcription: ON THE DEW WHITENED GRASS OF THE LAWN WE CAME ON A LITTLE DARK BEAST MY SPANIEL LIKING ITS SAVOUR STOOD WITH HIS NOSE AT POINT BUT BEING CALLED OFF I COULD FEEL HIM OBEDIENT STILL QUIVERING UNDER MY HAND
phonemes: ɔnðə dˈuː wˈaɪʔn̩d ɡɹˈæs ʌvðə lˈɔːn, wiː kˈeɪm ˌɔn ɐ lˈɪɾəl dˈɑːɹk bˈiːst. maɪ spˈænjəl, lˈaɪkɪŋ ɪts sˈeɪvɚ, stˈʊd wɪð hɪz nˈoʊz æt pˈɔɪnt; bˌʌt, bˌiːɪŋ kˈɔːld ˈɔf, aɪ kʊd fˈiːl hˌɪm oʊbˈiːdiənt, stˈɪl kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ, ˌʌndɚ maɪ hˈænd.