text_original: Stunned, as it were, by sur  prise, terror, and despair, he cast himself upon the ground, and wrung his hands, repeating in woful accents : " My son ! my son ! " The brigand laughed.
text_transcription: STUNNED AS IT WERE BY SURPRISE TERROR AND DESPAIR HE CAST HIMSELF UPON THE GROUND AND WRUNG HIS HANDS REPEATING IN WOEFUL ACCENTS MY SON MY SON THE BRIGAND LAUGHED
phonemes: stˈʌnd, æz ɪt wɜː, baɪ sˈɜː pɹˈaɪz, tˈɛɹɚ, ænd dᵻspˈɛɹ, hiː kˈæst hɪmsˈɛlf əpˌɑːn ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, ænd ɹˈʌŋ hɪz hˈændz, ɹᵻpˈiːɾɪŋ ɪn wˈoʊfəl ˈæksənts : " maɪ sˈʌn ! maɪ sˈʌn ! " ðə bɹˈɪɡænd lˈæft.