text_original: No one who looked into the eloquent brown eyes, and watched the play of the sweet lips, could marvel at Robert's impetuosity. One could understand how that fair face had drawn out the old Samson cry, "Get her for me, for she pleaseth me well."
text_transcription: NO ONE WHO LOOKED INTO THE ELOQUENT BROWN EYES AND WATCHED THE PLAY OF THE SWEET LIPS COULD MARVEL AT ROBERT'S IMPETUOSITY ONE COULD UNDERSTAND HOW THAT FAIR FACE HAD DRAWN OUT THE OLD SAMSON CRY GET HER FOR ME FOR SHE PLEASETH ME WELL
phonemes: nˈoʊwˈʌn hˌuː lˈʊkt ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈɛləkwənt bɹˈaʊn ˈaɪz, ænd wˈɑːtʃt ðə plˈeɪ ʌvðə swˈiːt lˈɪps, kʊd mˈɑːɹvəl æt ɹˈɑːbɚts ɪmpˌɛtʃuːˈɔsᵻɾi. wˈʌn kʊd ˌʌndɚstˈænd hˌaʊ ðæt fˈɛɹ fˈeɪs hæd dɹˈɔːn ˈaʊt ðɪ ˈoʊld sˈæmsən kɹˈaɪ, "ɡˈɛt hɜː fɔːɹ mˌiː, fɔːɹ ʃiː plˈiːzəθ mˌiː wˈɛl."