text_original: XX. Still shone her face  yet not, alas! the same, But 'gan some dreary touches to assume, And sadder thoughts, with sadder changes came   Her eyes resigned their light, her lips their bloom, Her teeth fell out, her tresses did the same, Her cheeks were tinged with bile, her eyes with rheum: There was a throbbing at her heart within, For, oh! there was a shooting in her chin.
text_transcription: TWENTY STILL SHONE HER FACE YET NOT ALAS THE SAME BUT GAN SOME DREARY TOUCHES TO ASSUME AND SADDER THOUGHTS WITH SADDER CHANGES CAME HER EYES RESIGNED THEIR LIGHT HER LIPS THEIR BLOOM HER TEETH FELL OUT HER TRESSES DID THE SAME HER CHEEKS WERE TINGED WITH BILE HER EYES WITH ROOM THERE WAS A THROBBING AT HER HEART WITHIN FOR OH THERE WAS A SHOOTING IN HER CHIN
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛnti. stˈɪl ʃˈɑːn hɜː fˈeɪs jˈɛt nˈɑːt, ɐlˈæs! ðə sˈeɪm, bˌʌt ɡˈæn sˌʌm dɹˈɪɹi tˈʌtʃᵻz tʊ ɐsˈuːm, ænd sˈædɚ θˈɔːts, wɪð sˈædɚ tʃˈeɪndʒᵻz kˈeɪm hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ɹɪzˈaɪnd ðɛɹ lˈaɪt, hɜː lˈɪps ðɛɹ blˈuːm, hɜː tˈiːθ fˈɛl ˈaʊt, hɜː tɹˈɛsᵻz dˈɪd ðə sˈeɪm, hɜː tʃˈiːks wɜː tˈɪndʒd wɪð bˈaɪl, hɜːɹ ˈaɪz wɪð ɹˈuːm: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ θɹˈɑːbɪŋ æt hɜː hˈɑːɹt wɪðˈɪn, fɔːɹ, ˈoʊ! ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ ʃˈuːɾɪŋ ɪn hɜː tʃˈɪn.