text_original: Imprisoned, during so many years, within the narrow boundary of this castle and its parks, the same objects eternally before me, I look with disgust from their perpetual round of succession. Nature herself, spring, summer, autumn, degenerate into sameness.
text_transcription: IMPRISONED DURING SO MANY YEARS WITHIN THE NARROW BOUNDARY OF THIS CASTLE AND ITS PARKS THE SAME OBJECTS ETERNALLY BEFORE ME I LOOK WITH DISGUST FROM THEIR PERPETUAL ROUND OF SUCCESSION NATURE HERSELF SPRING SUMMER AUTUMN DEGENERATE INTO SAMENESS
phonemes: ɪmpɹˈɪzənd, dˈʊɹɹɪŋ sˌoʊ mˈɛni jˈɪɹz, wɪðˌɪn ðə nˈæɹoʊ bˈaʊndɚɹi ʌv ðɪs kˈæsəl ænd ɪts pˈɑːɹks, ðə sˈeɪm ˈɑːbdʒɛkts ɪtˈɜːnəli bᵻfˈɔːɹ mˌiː, aɪ lˈʊk wɪð dɪsɡˈʌst fɹʌm ðɛɹ pɚpˈɛtʃuːəl ɹˈaʊnd ʌv səksˈɛʃən. nˈeɪtʃɚ hɜːsˈɛlf, spɹˈɪŋ, sˈʌmɚ, ˈɔːɾʌm, dᵻdʒˈɛnɚɹˌeɪt ˌɪntʊ sˈeɪmnəs.