text_original: Thus passed away the years from six till sixteen. On the day that I became sixteen, we had run races with our little fawn; and, having wearied ourselves with exertion, we had lain down to rest in each other's arms, at the foot of that oak where you, Miss Ashburn, first beheld me. My uncle broke our happy slumbers.
text_transcription: THUS PASSED AWAY THE YEARS FROM SIX TILL SIXTEEN ON THE DAY THAT I BECAME SIXTEEN WE HAD RUN RACES WITH OUR LITTLE FAWN AND HAVING WEARIED OURSELVES WITH EXERTION WE HAD LAIN DOWN TO REST IN EACH OTHER'S ARMS AT THE FOOT OF THAT OAK WHERE YOU MISS ASHBURN FIRST BEHELD ME MY UNCLE BROKE OUR HAPPY SLUMBERS
phonemes: ðˈʌs pˈæst ɐwˈeɪ ðə jˈɪɹz fɹʌm sˈɪks tˈɪl sˈɪkstiːn. ɔnðə dˈeɪ ðæt aɪ bɪkˌeɪm sˈɪkstiːn, wiː hæd ɹˈʌn ɹˈeɪsᵻz wɪð ˌaʊɚ lˈɪɾəl fˈɔːn; ænd, hˌævɪŋ wˈɪɹid aʊɚsˈɛlvz wɪð ɛɡzˈɜːʃən, wiː hæd lˈeɪn dˌaʊn tə ɹˈɛst ɪn ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚz ˈɑːɹmz, æt ðə fˈʊt ʌv ðæt ˈoʊk wˈɛɹ juː, mˈɪs ˈæʃbɜːn, fˈɜːst bᵻhˈɛld mˌiː. maɪ ˈʌŋkəl bɹˈoʊk ˌaʊɚ hˈæpi slˈʌmbɚz.