text_original: The scene was as still as death. There was not wind enough to lift the pale vapours that hung over the meadows. No kindly breezes came to the poor brown leaves, heaped on the wayside, and carried them off to quiet hollows where they might have decent burial.
text_transcription: THE SCENE WAS AS STILL AS DEATH THERE WAS NOT WIND ENOUGH TO LIFT THE PALE VAPOURS THAT HUNG OVER THE MEADOWS NO KINDLY BREEZES CAME TO THE POOR BROWN LEAVES HEAPED ON THE WAYSIDE AND CARRIED THEM OFF TO QUIET HOLLOWS WHERE THEY MIGHT HAVE DECENT BURIAL
phonemes: ðə sˈiːn wʌz æz stˈɪl æz dˈɛθ. ðɛɹwˌʌz nˌɑːt wˈɪnd ɪnˈʌf tə lˈɪft ðə pˈeɪl vˈeɪpɚz ðæt hˈʌŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈɛdoʊz. nˈoʊ kˈaɪndli bɹˈiːzᵻz kˈeɪm tə ðə pˈʊɹ bɹˈaʊn lˈiːvz, hˈiːpt ɔnðə wˈeɪsaɪd, ænd kˈæɹid ðˌɛm ˈɔf tə kwˈaɪət hˈɑːloʊz wˌɛɹ ðeɪ mˌaɪthɐv dˈiːsənt bˈɛɹɪəl.