text_original: '' The memory of her past misfortunes had, as it were, blotted out all thought of her fresh grief; these words revived it. " Oh, my son
text_transcription: THE MEMORY OF HER PAST MISFORTUNES HAD AS IT WERE BLOTTED OUT ALL THOUGHT OF HER FRESH GRIEF THESE WORDS REVIVED IT OH MY SON
phonemes: ðə mˈɛmɚɹi ʌv hɜː pˈæst mɪsfˈɔːɹtʃʊnz hˌæd, æz ɪt wɜː, blˈɑːɾᵻd ˈaʊt ˈɔːl θˈɔːt ʌv hɜː fɹˈɛʃ ɡɹˈiːf; ðiːz wˈɜːdz ɹᵻvˈaɪvd ɪt. " ˈoʊ, maɪ sˈʌn