text_original: There before their eyes, set in the centre of a great green sward, fringed by tall elms and giant beeches, rises the vast fabric of the thirteenth century Cathedral, its high spire piercing the skies in which rooks are for ever circling and calling.
text_transcription: THERE BEFORE THEIR EYES SET IN THE CENTRE OF A GREAT GREEN SWARD FRINGED BY TALL ELMS AND GIANT BEECHES RISES THE VAST FABRIC OF THE THIRTEENTH CENTURY CATHEDRAL ITS HIGH SPIRE PIERCING THE SKIES IN WHICH ROOKS ARE FOREVER CIRCLING AND CALLING
phonemes: ðɛɹ bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðɛɹ ˈaɪz, sˈɛt ɪnðə sˈɛntɚɹ əvə ɡɹˈeɪt ɡɹˈiːn swˈɔːɹd, fɹˈɪndʒd baɪ tˈɔːl ˈɛlmz ænd dʒˈaɪənt bˈiːtʃᵻz, ɹˈaɪzᵻz ðə vˈæst fˈæbɹɪk ʌvðə θˈɜːtiːnθ sˈɛntʃɚɹi kɐθˈiːdɹəl, ɪts hˈaɪ spˈaɪɚ pˈɪɹsɪŋ ðə skˈaɪz ɪnwˌɪtʃ ɹˈʊks ɑːɹ fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ sˈɜːklɪŋ ænd kˈɔːlɪŋ.