text_original: My hours with you were rich in pleasure and variety; and I thought not then of the solitary haunts to which I fly, when I seek amusement and find none. This gallery, at the remote end from the body of the castle, closes with a stair case. These stairs descend into a narrow and winding passage of the West Tower, and lead to the door of the Armoury.
text_transcription: MY HOURS WITH YOU WERE RICH IN PLEASURE AND VARIETY AND I THOUGHT NOT THEN OF THE SOLITARY HAUNTS TO WHICH I FLY WHEN I SEEK AMUSEMENT AND FIND NONE THIS GALLERY AT A REMOTE END FROM THE BODY OF THE CASTLE CLOSES WITH A STAIRCASE THESE STAIRS DESCEND INTO A NARROW AND WINDING PASSAGE OF THE WEST TOWER AND LEAD TO THE DOOR OF THE ARMORY
phonemes: maɪ ˈaʊɚz wɪð juː wɜː ɹˈɪtʃ ɪn plˈɛʒɚ ænd vɚɹˈaɪəɾi; ænd aɪ θˈɔːt nˌɑːt ðˈɛn ʌvðə sˈɑːlətˌɛɹi hˈɔːnts tʊ wˌɪtʃ aɪ flˈaɪ, wˌɛn aɪ sˈiːk ɐmjˈuːzmənt ænd fˈaɪnd nˈʌn. ðɪs ɡˈælɚɹi, æt ðə ɹᵻmˈoʊt ˈɛnd fɹʌmðə bˈɑːdi ʌvðə kˈæsəl, klˈoʊzᵻz wɪð ɐ stˈɛɹ kˈeɪs. ðiːz stˈɛɹz dᵻsˈɛnd ˌɪntʊ ɐ nˈæɹoʊ ænd wˈaɪndɪŋ pˈæsɪdʒ ʌvðə wˈɛst tˈaʊɚ, ænd lˈiːd tə ðə dˈɔːɹ ʌvðɪ ˈɑːɹmɜːɹi.