text_original: Napoleon, mounted on his favorite white charger and sur  rounded by his generals, returns the salute of a squadron of cuirassiers who are charging at a furious gallop through a field of unripe wheat.
text_transcription: NAPOLEON MOUNTED ON HIS FAVORITE WHITE CHARGER AND SURROUNDED BY HIS GENERALS RETURNS THE SALUTE OF A SQUADRON OF CUIRASIERS WHO ARE CHARGING AT A FURIOUS GALLOP THROUGH A FIELD OF UNRIPE WHEAT
phonemes: nɐpˈoʊlɪən, mˈaʊntᵻd ˌɔn hɪz fˈeɪvɚɹᵻt wˈaɪt tʃˈɑːɹdʒɚ ænd sˈɜː ɹˈaʊndᵻd baɪ hɪz dʒˈɛnɚɹəlz, ɹᵻtˈɜːnz ðə səlˈuːt əvə skwˈɑːdɹən ʌv kwɪɹˈæsɪɹz hˌuː ɑːɹ tʃˈɑːɹdʒɪŋ æɾə fjˈʊɹɹiəs ɡˈæləp θɹuː ɐ fˈiːld ʌv ʌnɹˈaɪp wˈiːt.