text_original: Two years has he roamed in a world which I am forbidden to know. But, alike in viewing the palace or the cottage, the burning mountain or the fertile plain, must the idea of Sibella accompany him. Our minds, our principles, our affections are the same; and, while I trace his never to be forgotten image within my breast, I know how fondly he cherishes the remembrance of mine. Caroline, adieu!
text_transcription: TWO YEARS HAS HE ROAMED IN A WORLD WHICH I AM FORBIDDEN TO KNOW BUT ALIKE IN VIEWING THE PALACE OR THE COTTAGE THE BURNING MOUNTAIN OR THE FERTILE PLAIN MUST THE IDEA OF CYBELA ACCOMPANY HIM OUR MINDS OUR PRINCIPLES OUR AFFECTIONS ARE THE SAME AND WHILE I TRACE HIS NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN IMAGE WITHIN MY BREAST I KNOW HOW FONDLY HE CHERISHES THE REMEMBRANCE OF MINE CAROLINE ADIEU
phonemes: tˈuː jˈɪɹz hɐz hiː ɹˈoʊmd ɪn ɐ wˈɜːld wˌɪtʃ aɪɐm fɚbˈɪdən tə nˈoʊ. bˌʌt, ɐlˈaɪk ɪn vjˈuːɪŋ ðə pˈælɪs ɔːɹ ðə kˈɑːɾɪdʒ, ðə bˈɜːnɪŋ mˈaʊntɪn ɔːɹ ðə fˈɜːɾəl plˈeɪn, mˈʌst ðɪ aɪdˈiə ʌv saɪbˈɛlə ɐkˈʌmpəni hˌɪm. ˌaʊɚ mˈaɪndz, ˌaʊɚ pɹˈɪnsɪpəlz, ˌaʊɚɹ ɐfˈɛkʃənz ɑːɹ ðə sˈeɪm; ænd, wˌaɪl aɪ tɹˈeɪs hɪz nˈɛvɚ təbi fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ ˈɪmɪdʒ wɪðˌɪn maɪ bɹˈɛst, aɪ nˈoʊ hˌaʊ fˈɑːndli hiː tʃˈɛɹɪʃᵻz ðə ɹᵻmˈɛmbɹəns ʌv mˈaɪn. kˈæɹəlˌaɪn, ɐdjˈuː!