text_original: The feast went on with mirth and song ; but there was a dark cloud on the face of (Edipus, for the words of the stranger had sunk deep into his heart, and he sate still and silent till the banquet was ended.
text_transcription: THE FEAST WENT ON WITH MIRTH AND SONG BUT THERE WAS A DARK CLOUD ON THE FACE OF OEDIPUS FOR THE WORDS OF THE STRANGER HAD SUNK DEEP INTO HIS HEART AND HE SATE STILL AND SILENT TILL THE BANQUET WAS ENDED
phonemes: ðə fˈiːst wɛnt ˌɔn wɪð mˈɜːθ ænd sˈɔŋ ; bˌʌt ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ dˈɑːɹk klˈaʊd ɔnðə fˈeɪs ʌv (ˈɛdɪpəs, fɚðə wˈɜːdz ʌvðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚ hæd sˈʌŋk dˈiːp ˌɪntʊ hɪz hˈɑːɹt, ænd hiː sˈeɪt stˈɪl ænd sˈaɪlənt tˈɪl ðə bˈæŋkwɪt wʌz ˈɛndᵻd.