text_original: There, too, lay the Isle of Wight in the tranquil sunshine. The mare trotted on, down hill all the way, till they entered the noisy streets of the busy seaport, and left peace and poetry behind.
text_transcription: THERE TOO LAY THE ISLE OF WHITE IN THE TRANQUIL SUNSHINE THE MARE TROTTED ON DOWN HILL ALL THE WAY TILL THEY ENTERED THE NOISY STREETS OF THE BUSY SEAPORT AND LEFT PEACE AND POETRY BEHIND
phonemes: ðˈɛɹ, tˈuː, lˈeɪ ðɪ ˈaɪəl ʌv wˈaɪt ɪnðə tɹˈæŋkwɪl sˈʌnʃaɪn. ðə mˈɛɹ tɹˈɑːɾᵻd ˈɔn, dˌaʊn hˈɪl ˈɔːl ðə wˈeɪ, tˈɪl ðeɪ ˈɛntɚd ðə nˈɔɪzi stɹˈiːts ʌvðə bˈɪzi sˈiːpɔːɹt, ænd lˈɛft pˈiːs ænd pˈoʊɪtɹi bᵻhˈaɪnd.