text_original: The time worn stone, at a little distance delicate as lacework, is transformed at different hours of the day into shifting shades of colour, varying from grey to purple: the massiveness of the great nave and transepts contrasts impressively with the gradual tapering of the spire, rising so high above turret and clerestory that it at last becomes a mere line against the ether.
text_transcription: THE TIME WORN STONE AT A LITTLE DISTANCE DELICATE AS LACEWORK IS TRANSFORMED AT DIFFERENT HOURS OF THE DAY INTO SHIFTING SHADES OF COLOR VARYING FROM GREY TO PURPLE THE MASSIVENESS OF THE GREAT NAVE AND TRANSEPTS CONTRASTS IMPRESSIVELY WITH THE GRADUAL TAPERING OF THE SPIRE RISING SO HIGH ABOVE TURRET AND CLERESTORY THAT IT AT LAST BECOMES A MERE LINE AGAINST THE ETHER
phonemes: ðə tˈaɪm wˈɔːɹn stˈoʊn, æɾə lˈɪɾəl dˈɪstəns dˈɛlᵻkət æz lˈeɪswɜːk, ɪz tɹænsfˈɔːɹmd æt dˈɪfɹənt ˈaʊɚz ʌvðə dˈeɪ ˌɪntʊ ʃˈɪftɪŋ ʃˈeɪdz ʌv kˈʌlɚ, vˈɛɹiɪŋ fɹʌm ɡɹˈeɪ tə pˈɜːpəl: ðə mˈæsɪvnəs ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪt nˈeɪv ænd tɹænsˈɛpts kˈɑːntɹæsts ɪmpɹˈɛsɪvli wɪððə ɡɹˈædʒuːəl tˈeɪpɚɹɪŋ ʌvðə spˈaɪɚ, ɹˈaɪzɪŋ sˌoʊ hˈaɪ əbˌʌv tˈɜːɹɪt ænd klˈɛɹɪstɚɹi ðˌɐɾɪt æt lˈæst bɪkˌʌmz ɐ mˈɪɹ lˈaɪn ɐɡˈɛnst ðɪ ˈiːθɚ.