text_original: Into that dim, beautiful home of age, with its great rafters and mellow stone archways, the June sunlight shone through loopholes and chinks, in thin glamour, powdering with its very strangeness the dark cathedraled air, where, high up, clung a fog of old grey cobwebs so thick as ever were the stalactites of a huge cave.
text_transcription: INTO THAT DIM BEAUTIFUL HOME OF AGE WITH ITS GREAT RAFTERS AND MELLOW STONE ARCHWAYS THE JUNE SUNLIGHT SHONE THROUGH LOOP HOLES AND CHINKS IN THIN GLAMOUR POWDERING WITH ITS VERY STRANGENESS THE DARK CATHEDRAL AIR WHERE HIGH UP CLUNG A FOG OF OLD GRAY COBWEBS SO THICK AS EVER WERE THE STALLIC TIDES OF A HUGE CAVE
phonemes: ˌɪntʊ ðæt dˈɪm, bjˈuːɾifəl hˈoʊm ʌv ˈeɪdʒ, wɪð ɪts ɡɹˈeɪt ɹˈæftɚz ænd mˈɛloʊ stˈoʊn ˈɑːɹtʃweɪz, ðə dʒˈuːn sˈʌnlaɪt ʃˈɑːn θɹuː lˈuːphoʊlz ænd tʃˈɪŋks, ɪn θˈɪn ɡlˈæmɚ, pˈaʊdɚɹɪŋ wɪð ɪts vˈɛɹi stɹˈeɪndʒnəs ðə dˈɑːɹk kɐθˈiːdɹeɪld ˈɛɹ, wˈɛɹ, hˈaɪ ˈʌp, klˈʌŋ ɐ fˈɑːɡ ʌv ˈoʊld ɡɹˈeɪ kˈɑːbwɛbz sˌoʊ θˈɪk æz ˈɛvɚ wɜː ðə stɐlˈæktaɪts əvə hjˈuːdʒ kˈeɪv.