text_original: Now the King had a daughter, who was just as beautiful as her dead mother, and had the same golden hair. When she was grown up the King looked at her one day, and saw that in every respect she was like his late wife, and suddenly felt a violent love for her.
text_transcription: NOW THE KING HAD A DAUGHTER WHO WAS JUST AS BEAUTIFUL AS HER DEAD MOTHER AND HAD THE SAME GOLDEN HAIR WHEN SHE WAS GROWN UP THE KING LOOKED AT HER ONE DAY AND SAW THAT IN EVERY RESPECT SHE WAS LIKE HIS LATE WIFE AND SUDDENLY FELT A VIOLENT LOVE FOR HER
phonemes: nˈaʊ ðə kˈɪŋ hæd ɐ dˈɔːɾɚ, hˌuː wʌz dʒˈʌst æz bjˈuːɾifəl æz hɜː dˈɛd mˈʌðɚ, ænd hæd ðə sˈeɪm ɡˈoʊldən hˈɛɹ. wˌɛn ʃiː wʌz ɡɹˈoʊn ˌʌp ðə kˈɪŋ lˈʊkt æt hɜː wˈʌn dˈeɪ, ænd sˈɔː ðæt ɪn ˈɛvɹi ɹᵻspˈɛkt ʃiː wʌz lˈaɪk hɪz lˈeɪt wˈaɪf, ænd sˈʌdənli fˈɛlt ɐ vˈaɪələnt lˈʌv fɔːɹ hɜː.