text_original: And far up, as it were the crown of Nature's beautiful devouring circle, a buzzard hawk, almost stationary on the air, floated, intent on something pleasant below him. A number of little hens crept through the gate one by one, and came round me.
text_transcription: AND FAR UP AS IT WERE THE CROWN OF NATURE'S BEAUTIFUL DEVOURING CIRCLE A BUZZARD HAWK ALMOST STATIONARY ON THE AIR FLOATED INTENT ON SOMETHING PLEASANT BELOW HIM A NUMBER OF LITTLE HENS CREPT THROUGH THE GATE ONE BY ONE AND CAME ROUND ME
phonemes: ænd fˈɑːɹ ˈʌp, æz ɪt wɜː ðə kɹˈaʊn ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚz bjˈuːɾifəl dɪvˈaʊɚɹɪŋ sˈɜːkəl, ɐ bˈʌzɚd hˈɔːk, ˈɔːlmoʊst stˈeɪʃənˌɛɹi ɔnðɪ ˈɛɹ, flˈoʊɾᵻd, ɪntˈɛnt ˌɔn sˈʌmθɪŋ plˈɛzənt bᵻlˈoʊ hˌɪm. ɐ nˈʌmbɚɹ ʌv lˈɪɾəl hˈɛnz kɹˈɛpt θɹuː ðə ɡˈeɪt wˈʌn baɪ wˌʌn, ænd kˈeɪm ɹˈaʊnd mˌiː.