text_original: s. 5. Goldsmith, when, in his pedestrian tour, he sat amid the Alps, as he paints himself in his "Traveller," and felt himself the solitary neglected genius he was, desolate amidst the surrounding scenery, probably at that moment applied to himself the following beautiful imagery of Thomson: As in the hollow breast of Apennine Beneath the centre of encircling hills, A myrtle rises, far from human eyes, And breathes its balmy fragrance o'er the wild.
text_transcription: VE GOLDSMITH WHEN IN HIS PEDESTRIAN TOUR HE SAT AMIDST THE ALPS AS HE PAINS HIMSELF IN HIS TRAVELLER AND FELT HIMSELF THE SOLITARY NEGLECTED GENIUS HE WAS DESOLATE AMIDST THE SURROUNDING SCENERY PROBABLY AT THAT MOMENT APPLIED TO HIMSELF THE FOLLOWING BEAUTIFUL IMAGERY OF THOMSON AS IN THE HOLLOW BREAST OF APENNINE BENEATH THE CENTER OF ENCIRCLING HILLS A MYRTLE RISES FAR FROM HUMAN EYES AND BREATHES ITS BALMY FRAGRANCE OVER THE WILD
phonemes: ˈɛs. fˈaɪv. ɡˈoʊldsmɪθ, wˌɛn, ɪn hɪz pədˈɛstɹiən tˈʊɹ, hiː sˈæt ɐmˈɪd ðɪ ˈælps, æz hiː pˈeɪnts hɪmsˈɛlf ɪn hˈɪz "tɹˈævəlɚ," ænd fˈɛlt hɪmsˈɛlf ðə sˈɑːlətˌɛɹi nᵻɡlˈɛktᵻd dʒˈiːnɪəs hiː wʌz, dˈɛsələt ɐmˈɪdst ðə sɚɹˈaʊndɪŋ sˈiːnɚɹi, pɹˈɑːbəbli æt ðæt mˈoʊmənt ɐplˈaɪd tə hɪmsˈɛlf ðə fˈɑːloʊɪŋ bjˈuːɾifəl ˈɪmɪdʒɹi ʌv tˈɑːmsən: æz ɪnðə hˈɑːloʊ bɹˈɛst ʌv ˈæpənˌaɪn bᵻnˌiːθ ðə sˈɛntɚɹ ʌv ɛnsˈɜːklɪŋ hˈɪlz, ɐ mˈɜːɾəl ɹˈaɪzᵻz, fˈɑːɹ fɹʌm hjˈuːmən ˈaɪz, ænd bɹˈiːðz ɪts bˈɑːmi fɹˈeɪɡɹəns ˈɔːɹ ðə wˈaɪld.