text_original: High grass and clusters of bramble choak the wild flowers that shed their inviting fragrance on part of the lower side of the rock, nor do I remember ever but twice before to have gone beyond the unroofed cell, where Clement and I, one happy spring morning, raised a seat of stone, and plucked away the weeds that new springing grass might mingle with our mossy foot stool. There too we planted a woodbine, rose, and jassamine, but the cell refused nourishment to our favorites.
text_transcription: HIGH GRASS AND CLUSTERS OF BRAMBLE CHOKE THE WILD FLOWERS THAT SHED THEIR INVITING FRAGRANCE ON PART OF THE LOWER SIDE OF THE ROCK NOR DO I REMEMBER EVER BUT TWICE BEFORE TO HAVE GONE BEYOND THE UNROOFED CELL WHERE CLEMENT AND I ONE HAPPY SPRING MORNING RAISED THE SEED OF STONE AND PLUCKED AWAY THE WEEDS THAT NEW SPRINGING GRASS MIGHT MINGLE WITH OUR MOSSY FOOTSTOOL THERE TOO WE PLANTED A WOODBINE ROSE AND JESSAMINE BUT THE CELL REFUSED NOURISHMENT TO OUR FAVOURITES
phonemes: hˈaɪ ɡɹˈæs ænd klˈʌstɚz ʌv bɹˈæmbəl tʃˈoʊk ðə wˈaɪld flˈaʊɚz ðæt ʃˈɛd ðɛɹ ɪnvˈaɪɾɪŋ fɹˈeɪɡɹəns ˌɔn pˈɑːɹt ʌvðə lˈoʊɚ sˈaɪd ʌvðə ɹˈɑːk, nˈɔːɹ dˈuː aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚɹ ˈɛvɚ bˌʌt twˈaɪs bᵻfˌɔːɹ tə hæv ɡɔn bᵻjˌɔnd ðɪ ʌnɹˈuːft sˈɛl, wˌɛɹ klˈɛmənt ænd ˈaɪ, wˈʌn hˈæpi spɹˈɪŋ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, ɹˈeɪzd ɐ sˈiːt ʌv stˈoʊn, ænd plˈʌkt ɐwˈeɪ ðə wˈiːdz ðæt nˈuː spɹˈɪŋɪŋ ɡɹˈæs mˌaɪt mˈɪŋɡəl wɪð ˌaʊɚ mˈɔsi fˈʊt stˈuːl. ðɛɹ tˈuː wiː plˈæntᵻd ɐ wˈʊdbaɪn, ɹˈoʊz, ænd dʒˈæsɐmˌiːn, bˌʌt ðə sˈɛl ɹᵻfjˈuːzd nˈɜːɹɪʃmənt tʊ ˌaʊɚ fˈeɪvɚɹᵻts.