text_original: As she read, Her accent was as pure, and all she said As full of interest and of varied grace As were the changeful moods, that o'er her face Passed, like swift clouds across a windy sky, At each sad stage of Enoch's history.
text_transcription: AS SHE READ HER ACCENT WAS AS PURE AND ALL SHE SAID AS FULL OF INTEREST AND OF VARIED GRACE AS WERE THE CHANGEFUL MOODS THAT OVER HER FACE PASSED LIKE SWIFT CLOUDS ACROSS A WINDY SKY AT EACH SAD STAGE OF ENOCH'S HISTORY
phonemes: æz ʃiː ɹˈiːd, hɜːɹ ˈæksənt wʌz æz pjˈʊɹ, ænd ˈɔːl ʃiː sˈɛd æz fˈʊl ʌv ˈɪntɹɛst ænd ʌv vˈɛɹid ɡɹˈeɪs æz wɜː ðə tʃˈeɪndʒfəl mˈuːdz, ðæt ˈɔːɹ hɜː fˈeɪs pˈæst, lˈaɪk swˈɪft klˈaʊdz əkɹˌɑːs ɐ wˈɪndi skˈaɪ, æɾ ˈiːtʃ sˈæd stˈeɪdʒ ʌv ˈiːnɑːks hˈɪstɚɹi.