text_original: Out of doors there was the crimson of sunset staining the skies, reddening the faces of the countryfolk, and lighting up the west front of the old mansion, till its red bricks seemed to burn among the dark ivy and overblown white roses.
text_transcription: OUT OF DOORS THERE WAS THE CRIMSON OF SUNSET STAINING THE SKIES REDDENING THE FACES OF THE COUNTRY FOLK AND LIGHTING UP THE WEST FRONT OF THE OLD MANSION TILL ITS RED BRICKS SEEMED TO BURN AMONG THE DARK IVY AND OVERBLOWN WHITE ROSES
phonemes: ˌaʊɾəv dˈɔːɹz ðɛɹwˌʌz ðə kɹˈɪmsən ʌv sˈʌnsɛt stˈeɪnɪŋ ðə skˈaɪz, ɹˈɛdənɪŋ ðə fˈeɪsᵻz ʌvðə kˈʌntɹɪfˌoʊk, ænd lˈaɪɾɪŋ ˌʌp ðə wˈɛst fɹˈʌnt ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld mˈænʃən, tˈɪl ɪts ɹˈɛd bɹˈɪks sˈiːmd tə bˈɜːn ɐmˌʌŋ ðə dˈɑːɹk ˈaɪvi ænd ˌoʊvɚblˈoʊn wˈaɪt ɹˈoʊzᵻz.