text_original: The livid, half parted lips, the bristling hair, the discolored cheeks, and lustreless eyes could not disguise that countenance from him. He uttered a fearful shriek : " My God ! Frederic ! My son
text_transcription: THE LIVID HALF PARTED LIPS THE BRISTLING HAIR THE DISCOLOURED CHEEKS AND LUSTRELESS EYES COULD NOT DISGUISE THAT COUNTENANCE FROM HIM HE UTTERED A FEARFUL SHRIEK MY GOD FREDERICK MY SON
phonemes: ðə lˈɪvɪd, hˈæf pˈɑːɹɾᵻd lˈɪps, ðə bɹˈɪsəlɪŋ hˈɛɹ, ðə dɪskˈʌlɚd tʃˈiːks, ænd lˈʌstɚləs ˈaɪz kʊd nˌɑːt dɪsɡˈaɪz ðæt kˈaʊntənəns fɹʌm hˌɪm. hiː ˈʌɾɚd ɐ fˈɪɹfəl ʃɹˈiːk : " maɪ ɡˈɑːd ! fɹɛdˈɛɹɪk ! maɪ sˈʌn