text_original: 'Your hands are cold  come, warm them at my fire,' Ambition said. 'Now, what is thy desire?' Quoth Genius, ''Neath the sod of yonder heather Lie gems untold. Let's plough them out together.'
text_transcription: YOUR HANDS ARE COLD COME WARM THEM AT MY FIRE AMBITION SAID NOW WHAT IS THY DESIRE QUOTH GENIUS NEATH THE SOD OF YONDER HEATHER LIE GEMS UNTOLD LETS PLOUGH THEM OUT TOGETHER
phonemes: jʊɹ hˈændz ɑːɹ kˈoʊld kˈʌm, wˈɔːɹm ðˌɛm æt maɪ fˈaɪɚ,æmbˈɪʃən sˈɛd. nˈaʊ, wˌʌt ɪz ðˌaɪ dɪzˈaɪɚ?kwˈoʊθ dʒˈiːnɪəs, nˈiːθ ðə sˈɑːd ʌv jˈɑːndɚ hˈɛðɚ lˈaɪ dʒˈɛmz ʌntˈoʊld. lˈɛts plˈaʊ ðˌɛm ˈaʊt təɡˈɛðɚ.