text_original: XVIII. And long her lovely eyes were held in thrall, By that dear page where first the woman reads: That Julio was no flatt'rer, none at all, She told herself  and then she told her beads; Meanwhile, the nerves insensibly let fall Two curtains fairer than the lily breeds; For Sleep had crept and kiss'd her unawares, Just at the half way milestone of her pray'rs.
text_transcription: EIGHTEEN AND LONG HER LOVELY EYES WERE HELD IN THRALL BY THAT DEAR PAGE WHERE FIRST THE WOMAN READS THAT JULIA WAS NO FLATTERER NONE AT ALL SHE TOLD HERSELF AND THEN SHE TOLD HER BEADS MEANWHILE THE NERVES INSENSIBLY LET FALL TWO CURTAINS FAIRER THAN THE LILY BREEDS FOR SLEEP HAD CREPT AND KISSED HER UNAWARES JUST AT THE HALF WAY MILESTONE OF HER PRAYERS
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən ˈeɪtiːn. ænd lˈɔŋ hɜː lˈʌvli ˈaɪz wɜː hˈɛld ɪn θɹˈɔːl, baɪ ðæt dˈɪɹ pˈeɪdʒ wˌɛɹ fˈɜːst ðə wˈʊmən ɹˈiːdz: ðæt dʒˈuːlɪˌoʊ wʌz nˈoʊ flˈætɹə, nˈʌn æɾ ˈɔːl, ʃiː tˈoʊld hɜːsˈɛlf ænd ðˈɛn ʃiː tˈoʊld hɜː bˈiːdz; mˈiːnwaɪl, ðə nˈɜːvz ɪnsˈɛnsᵻbli lˈɛt fˈɔːl tˈuː kˈɜːtənz fˈɛɹɚ ðɐn ðə lˈɪli bɹˈiːdz; fɔːɹ slˈiːp hæd kɹˈɛpt ænd kˈɪsd hɜːɹ ˌʌnəwˈɛɹz, dʒˈʌst æt ðə hˈæf wˈeɪ mˈaɪlstoʊn ʌv hɜː pɹˈeɪrz.