text_original: —"You used to call home life a hag ridden dream, And you'd sigh, and you'd sock; but at present you seem To know not of megrims or melancho ly!"— "True. There's an advantage in ruin," said she. —"I wish I had feathers, a fine sweeping gown, And a delicate face, and could strut about Town!"
text_transcription: YOUED TO CALL HOME LIFE A HAGGARD DREAM AND YOU'D SIGH AND YOU'D TALK BUT AT PRESENT YOU SEEM TO KNOW NOT OF MEGRIMS OH MELANCHOLY TRUE THERE'S AN ADVANTAGE IN RUIN SAID SHE I WISH I HAD FEATHERS A FINE SWEEPING GOWN AND A DELICATE FACE AND COULD STRUT ABOUT TOWN
phonemes: —"juː jˈuːzd tə kˈɔːl hˈoʊm lˈaɪf ɐ hˈæɡ ɹˈɪdən dɹˈiːm, ænd juːd sˈaɪ, ænd juːd sˈɑːk; bˌʌt æt pɹˈɛzənt juː sˈiːm tə nˈoʊ nˌɑːt ʌv mˈɛɡɹɪmz ɔːɹ mɛlˈæntʃoʊ lˈaɪ!"— "tɹˈuː. ðɛɹz ɐn ɐdvˈæntɪdʒ ɪn ɹˈuːɪn," sˈɛd ʃiː. —"aɪ wˈɪʃ aɪ hæd fˈɛðɚz, ɐ fˈaɪn swˈiːpɪŋ ɡˈaʊn, ænd ɐ dˈɛlᵻkət fˈeɪs, ænd kʊd stɹˈʌt ɐbˌaʊt tˈaʊn!"