text_original: Keeping in view the glint of the road, we galloped; rejoicing, both of us, to be free of the jog jog of the lanes. And first the voice of the curlew died; then the glint of the road vanished; and we were quite alone. Even the furze was gone; no shape of anything left, only the black, peaty ground, and the thickening mist.
text_transcription: KEEPING IN VIEW THE GLINT OF THE ROAD WE GALLOPED REJOICING BOTH OF US TO BE FREE OF THE JOG JOKE OF THE LANES AND FIRST THE VOICE OF THE CURLY DIED THEN THE GLINT OF THE ROAD VANISHED AND WE WERE QUITE ALONE EVEN THE FIRST WAS GONE NO SHAPE OF ANYTHING LEFT ONLY THE BLACK PEATY GROUND AND THE THICKENING MIST
phonemes: kˈiːpɪŋ ɪn vjˈuː ðə ɡlˈɪnt ʌvðə ɹˈoʊd, wiː ɡˈæləpd; ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪsɪŋ, bˈoʊθ ʌv ˌʌs, təbi fɹˈiː ʌvðə dʒˈɑːɡ dʒˈɑːɡ ʌvðə lˈeɪnz. ænd fˈɜːst ðə vˈɔɪs ʌvðə kˈɜːluː dˈaɪd; ðˈɛn ðə ɡlˈɪnt ʌvðə ɹˈoʊd vˈænɪʃt; ænd wiː wɜː kwˈaɪt ɐlˈoʊn. ˈiːvən ðə fˈɜːz wʌz ɡˈɔn; nˈoʊ ʃˈeɪp ʌv ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ lˈɛft, ˈoʊnli ðə blˈæk, pˈiːɾi ɡɹˈaʊnd, ænd ðə θˈɪkənɪŋ mˈɪst.