text_original: They reached at length the brow of the great chalk hill that overlooks the harbour. There lay the sea  a waste of soft blue grey, touched with gleams of gold and dashes of silver.
text_transcription: THEY REACHED AT LENGTH THE BROW OF THE GREAT CHALK HILL THAT OVERLOOKS THE HARBOR THERE LAY THE SEA A WASTE OF SOFT BLUE GRAY TOUCHED WITH GLEAMS OF GOLD AND DASHES OF SILVER
phonemes: ðeɪ ɹˈiːtʃt æt lˈɛŋθ ðə bɹˈaʊ ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪt tʃˈɔːk hˈɪl ðæt ˌoʊvɚlˈʊks ðə hˈɑːɹbɚ. ðɛɹ lˈeɪ ðə sˈiː ɐ wˈeɪst ʌv sˈɔft blˈuː ɡɹˈeɪ, tˈʌtʃt wɪð ɡlˈiːmz ʌv ɡˈoʊld ænd dˈæʃᵻz ʌv sˈɪlvɚ.