text_original: 15 every one who ever printed a dozen lines, were it only an invitation to a wedding or a funeral, will feel the deep bit  terness of such a sorrow
text_transcription: EVERY ONE WHO EVER PRINTED A DOZEN LINES WERE IT ONLY AN INVITATION TO A WEDDING OR A FUNERAL WILL FEEL THE DEEP BITTERNESS OF SUCH A SORROW
phonemes: fˈɪftiːn ˈɛvɹi wˈʌn hˌuː ˈɛvɚ pɹˈɪntᵻd ɐ dˈʌzən lˈaɪnz, wɜːɹ ɪɾ ˈoʊnli ɐn ɪnvɪtˈeɪʃən tʊ ɐ wˈɛdɪŋ ɔːɹ ɐ fjˈuːnɚɹəl, wɪl fˈiːl ðə dˈiːp bˈɪt tˈɜːnəs ʌv sˈʌtʃ ɐ sˈɑːɹoʊ