text_original: XXV. And here  just here  as she began to heed The real world, her clock chimed out its score; A clock it was of the Venetian breed, That cried the hour from one to twenty four; The works moreover standing in some need Of workmanship, it struck some dozens more; A warning voice that clench'd Bianca's fears, Such strokes referring doubtless to her years.
text_transcription: TWENTY FIVE AND HERE JUST HERE AS SHE BEGAN TO HEED THE REAL WORLD HER CLOCK CHIMED OUT ITS SCORE A CLOCK IT WAS OF THE VENETIAN BREED THAT CRIED THE HOUR FROM ONE TO TWENTY FOUR THE WORKS MOREOVER STANDING IN SOME NEED OF WORKMANSHIP IT STRUCK SOME DOZENS MORE A WARNING VOICE THAT CLENCHED BIANCA'S FEARS SUCH STROKES REFERRING DOUBTLESS TO HER YEARS
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛnti fˈaɪv. ænd hˈɪɹ dʒˈʌst hˈɪɹ æz ʃiː bɪɡˈæn tə hˈiːd ðə ɹˈiːəl wˈɜːld, hɜː klˈɑːk tʃˈaɪmd ˈaʊt ɪts skˈɔːɹ; ɐ klˈɑːk ɪt wʌz ʌvðə vᵻnˈiːʃən bɹˈiːd, ðæt kɹˈaɪd ðɪ ˈaʊɚ fɹʌm wˈʌn tə twˈɛnti fˈɔːɹ; ðə wˈɜːks mɔːɹˈoʊvɚ stˈændɪŋ ɪn sˌʌm nˈiːd ʌv wˈɜːkmənʃˌɪp, ɪt stɹˈʌk sˌʌm dˈʌzənz mˈɔːɹ; ɐ wˈɔːɹnɪŋ vˈɔɪs ðæt klˈɛntʃd bɪˈɑːŋkəz fˈɪɹz, sˈʌtʃ stɹˈoʊks ɹᵻfˈɜːɹɪŋ dˈaʊtləs tə hɜː jˈɪɹz.