text_original: At the corner of the street he was joined by a ragged old woman; until at length the hearse turned a corner, and became hidden from my eyes. Then I went home, and threw myself, in a transport of grief, upon my mother's breast  clasping her in my arms, kissing her amid a storm of sobs and tears, and clinging to her form as though in my embraces I were holding my last friend on earth, that I might preserve her from death. Yet already death was standing over her....
text_transcription: AT THE CORNER OF THE STREET HE WAS JOINED BY A RAGGED OLD WOMAN UNTIL AT LENGTH THE HEARSE TURNED THE CORNER AND BECAME HIDDEN FROM MY EYES THEN I WENT HOME AND THREW MYSELF IN A TRANSPORT OF GRIEF UPON MY MOTHER'S BREAST CLASPING HER IN MY ARMS KISSING HER AMID A STORM OF SOBS AND TEARS AND CLINGING TO HER FORM AS THOUGH IN MY EMBRACES I WERE HOLDING MY LAST FRIEND ON EARTH THAT I MIGHT PRESERVE HER FROM DEATH YET ALREADY DEATH WAS STANDING OVER HER
phonemes: æt ðə kˈɔːɹnɚɹ ʌvðə stɹˈiːt hiː wʌz dʒˈɔɪnd baɪ ɐ ɹˈæɡᵻd ˈoʊld wˈʊmən; ʌntˈɪl æt lˈɛŋθ ðə hˈɜːs tˈɜːnd ɐ kˈɔːɹnɚ, ænd bɪkˌeɪm hˈɪdən fɹʌm maɪ ˈaɪz. ðˈɛn aɪ wɛnt hˈoʊm, ænd θɹˈuː maɪsˈɛlf, ɪn ɐ tɹˈænspɔːɹt ʌv ɡɹˈiːf, əpˌɑːn maɪ mˈʌðɚz bɹˈɛst klˈæspɪŋ hɜːɹ ɪn maɪ ˈɑːɹmz, kˈɪsɪŋ hɜːɹ ɐmˈɪd ɐ stˈɔːɹm ʌv sˈɑːbz ænd tˈɪɹz, ænd klˈɪŋɪŋ tə hɜː fˈɔːɹm æz ðˌoʊ ɪn maɪ ɛmbɹˈeɪsᵻz aɪ wɜː hˈoʊldɪŋ maɪ lˈæst fɹˈɛnd ˌɔn ˈɜːθ, ðæt aɪ mˌaɪt pɹɪzˈɜːv hɜː fɹʌm dˈɛθ. jˈɛt ɔːlɹˌɛdi dˈɛθ wʌz stˈændɪŋ ˈoʊvɚ hɜː....