text_original: And you, had you known the fate that love would have chosen, you too would not have thrived in your full bloom. Another happy, prosperous north country matron would be dead. But now you live, still singing of freedom, the undying soul of courage and loneliness, another voice in the wind, another glory on the moun  tain tops, Emily Bronte, the author of ' Wither  in
text_transcription: AND YOU HAD YOU KNOWN THE FATE THAT LOVE WOULD HAVE CHOSEN YOU TWO WOULD NOT HAVE THRIVED IN YOUR FULL BLOOM ANOTHER HAPPY PROSPEROUS NORTH COUNTRY MATRO WOULD BE DEAD BUT NOW YOU LIVE STILL SINGING OF FREEDOM THE UNDYING SOUL OF COURAGE AND LONELINESS ANOTHER VOICE IN THE WIND ANOTHER GLORY ON THE MOUNTAIN TOPS EMILY BRONTE THE AUTHOR OF WUTHERING HEIGHTS AND OF CHAPTER SIXTEEN
phonemes: ænd juː, hæd juː nˈoʊn ðə fˈeɪt ðæt lˈʌv wʊdhɐv tʃˈoʊzən, juː tˈuː wʊd nˌɑːɾɐv θɹˈaɪvd ɪn jʊɹ fˈʊl blˈuːm. ɐnˈʌðɚ hˈæpi, pɹˈɑːspɚɹəs nˈɔːɹθ kˈʌntɹi mˈeɪtɹən wʊd biː dˈɛd. bˌʌt nˈaʊ juː lˈɪv, stˈɪl sˈɪŋɪŋ ʌv fɹˈiːdəm, ðɪ ʌndˈaɪɪŋ sˈoʊl ʌv kˈɜːɹɪdʒ ænd lˈoʊnlinəs, ɐnˈʌðɚ vˈɔɪs ɪnðə wˈɪnd, ɐnˈʌðɚ ɡlˈɔːɹi ɔnðə mˈaʊn tˈeɪn tˈɑːps, ˈɛmᵻli bɹˈɔnt, ðɪ ˈɔːθɚɹ ʌv wˈɪðɚɹ ˈɪn