text_original: But no; in his basket, see, he has brought A little white furred thing, stiff of limb, Whose life never won from the world a thought; It is this, and not Rome, that is moving him.
text_transcription: BUT NO IN HIS BASKET SEE HE HAS BROUGHT A LITTLE WHITE FURRED THING STIFF OF LIMB WHOSE LIFE NEVER WON FROM THE WORLD A THOUGHT IT IS THIS AND NOT ROME THAT IS MOVING HIM
phonemes: bˌʌt nˈoʊ; ɪn hɪz bˈæskɪt, sˈiː, hiː hɐz bɹˈɔːt ɐ lˈɪɾəl wˈaɪt fˈɜːd θˈɪŋ, stˈɪf ʌv lˈɪm, hˌuːz lˈaɪf nˈɛvɚ wˈʌn fɹʌmðə wˈɜːld ɐ θˈɔːt; ɪɾ ɪz ðˈɪs, ænd nˌɑːt ɹˈoʊm, ðæt ɪz mˈuːvɪŋ hˌɪm.