text_original: Pity makes pride, and hate breeds hatefulness, And both are poisons. In the forest sweet TREES: FLOWERS: PLAXTS. 235 rhe shade, the peace! Immensity, thai seems ro drown the human life of doubts and dreams.
text_transcription: PITY MAKES PRIDE AND HATE BREATHES HATEFULNESS AND BOTH ARE POISONS IN THE FOREST SWEET THE SHADE THE PEACE IMMENSITY THAT SEEMS TO DROWN THE HUMAN LIFE OF DOUBTS AND DREAMS
phonemes: pˈɪɾi mˌeɪks pɹˈaɪd, ænd hˈeɪt bɹˈiːdz hˈeɪtfəlnəs, ænd bˈoʊθ ɑːɹ pˈɔɪzənz. ɪnðə fˈɔːɹɪst swˈiːt tɹˈiːz: flˈaʊɚz: plˈæksts. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi fˈaɪv ɹˈiː ʃˈeɪd, ðə pˈiːs! ɪmˈɛnsᵻɾi, tˈaɪ sˈiːmz ɹˈoʊ dɹˈaʊn ðə hjˈuːmən lˈaɪf ʌv dˈaʊts ænd dɹˈiːmz.