text_original: The other, as 'twas pouring still, Of course, accepted with a will: And warmed his fingers with his breath, For he was frozen half to death: Upon the soup then breathed a bit (The surest way of cooling it); Meanwhile, his host in wonder sat, And asked, "Pray, what's the good of that?"
text_transcription: THE OTHER AS TWAS POURING STILL OF COURSE ACCEPTED WITH A WILL AND WARMED HIS FINGERS WITH HIS BREATH FOR HE WAS FROZEN HALF TO DEATH UPON THE SOUP THEN BREATHED THE BIT THE SUREST WAY OF COOLING IT MEANWHILE HIS HOST IN WONDER SAID AND ASKED PRAY WHAT'S THE GOOD OF THAT
phonemes: ðɪ ˈʌðɚ, æz twˈɑːz pˈɔːɹɪŋ stˈɪl, ʌv kˈɔːɹs, ɐksˈɛptᵻd wɪð ɐ wˈɪl: ænd wˈɔːɹmd hɪz fˈɪŋɡɚz wɪð hɪz bɹˈɛθ, fɔːɹ hiː wʌz fɹˈoʊzən hˈæf tə dˈɛθ: əpˌɑːn ðə sˈuːp ðˈɛn bɹˈiːðd ɐ bˈɪt (ðə ʃˈʊɹɹəst wˈeɪ ʌv kˈuːlɪŋ ɪt); mˈiːnwaɪl, hɪz hˈoʊst ɪn wˈʌndɚ sˈæt, ænd ˈæskt, "pɹˈeɪ, wˌʌts ðə ɡˈʊd ʌv ðˈæt?"