text_original: But as a language Cornish is dead, though its ghost still haunts its old dwelling in the names of villages, houses, woods, valleys, wells, and rocks, from Tamar to Penwith. As may be expected, a great proportion of the literature is in verse, and most of that is in dramatic form.
text_transcription: BUT AS A LANGUAGE CORNISH IS DEAD THOUGH ITS GHOST STILL HAUNTS ITS OLD DWELLING IN THE NAMES OF VILLAGES HOUSES WOODS VALLEYS WELLS AND ROCKS FROM TURMOU TO PEN WITH AS MAY BE EXPECTED A GREAT PROPORTION OF THE LITERATURE IS IN VERSE AND MOST OF THAT IS IN DRAMATIC FORM
phonemes: bˌʌt æz ɐ lˈæŋɡwɪdʒ kˈɔːɹnɪʃ ɪz dˈɛd, ðˌoʊ ɪts ɡˈoʊst stˈɪl hˈɔːnts ɪts ˈoʊld dwˈɛlɪŋ ɪnðə nˈeɪmz ʌv vˈɪlɪdʒᵻz, hˈaʊzᵻz, wˈʊdz, vˈælɪz, wˈɛlz, ænd ɹˈɑːks, fɹʌm tˈæmɚ tə pˈɛnwɪθ. æz mˈeɪ biː ɛkspˈɛktᵻd, ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt pɹəpˈɔːɹʃən ʌvðə lˈɪɾɚɹᵻtʃɚɹ ɪz ɪn vˈɜːs, ænd mˈoʊst əv ðæt ɪz ɪn dɹəmˈæɾɪk fˈɔːɹm.