text_original: But: O! she said, My God! my God! I have to tread The long way back without you; then The court at Paris; those six men; The gratings of the Chatelet; The swift Seine on some rainy day Like this, and people standing by, And laughing, while my weak hands try To recollect how strong men swim. All this, or else a life with him, For which I should be damned at last, Would God that this next hour were past!
text_transcription: BUT OH SHE SAID MY GOD MY GOD I HAVE TO TREAD THE LONG WAY BACK WITHOUT YOU THEN THE COURT AT PARIS THOSE SIX MEN THE GRATINGS OF THE CHATTLET THE SWIFT SEIN ON SOME RAINY DAY LIKE THIS AND PEOPLE STANDING BY AND LAUGHING WHILE MY WEAK HANDS TRY TO RECOLLECT HOW STRONG MEN SWIM ALL THIS OR ELSE A LIFE WITH HIM FOR WHICH I SHOULD BE DAMNED AT LAST WOULD GOD THAT THIS NEXT HOUR WERE PAST
phonemes: bˌʌt: ˈoʊ! ʃiː sˈɛd, maɪ ɡˈɑːd! maɪ ɡˈɑːd! aɪ hæv tə tɹˈɛd ðə lˈɔŋ wˈeɪ bˈæk wɪðˈaʊt juː; ðˈɛn ðə kˈɔːɹt æt pˈæɹɪs; ðoʊz sˈɪks mˈɛn; ðə ɡɹˈeɪɾɪŋz ʌvðə tʃˈeɪtlɪt; ðə swˈɪft sˈeɪn ˌɔn sˌʌm ɹˈeɪni dˈeɪ lˈaɪk ðˈɪs, ænd pˈiːpəl stˈændɪŋ bˈaɪ, ænd lˈæfɪŋ, wˌaɪl maɪ wˈiːk hˈændz tɹˈaɪ tə ɹˈɛkəlˌɛkt hˌaʊ stɹˈɔŋ mˈɛn swˈɪm. ˈɔːl ðˈɪs, ɔːɹ ˈɛls ɐ lˈaɪf wɪð hˌɪm, fɔːɹ wˌɪtʃ aɪ ʃˌʊd biː dˈæmd æt lˈæst, wʊd ɡˈɑːd ðæt ðɪs nˈɛkst ˈaʊɚ wɜː pˈæst!