text_original: So, like some an  cient Celtic hero, when the last agony began, he rose to his feet ; hushed and awe stricken, the old father, praying Anne, loving Emily, looked on. He rose to. his feet and died erect after twenty minutes' struggle.
text_transcription: SO LIKE SOME ANCIENT CELTIC HERO WHEN THE LAST AGONY BEGAN HE ROSE TO HIS FEET HUSHED AND AWE STRICKEN THE OLD FATHER PRAYING ANNE LOVING EMILY LOOKED ON HE ROSE TO HIS FEET AND DIED ERECT AFTER TWENTY MINUTES STRUGGLE
phonemes: sˈoʊ, lˈaɪk sˌʌm æn ʃənt kˈɛltɪk hˈiəɹoʊ, wˌɛn ðə lˈæst ˈæɡəni bɪɡˈæn, hiː ɹˈoʊz tə hɪz fˈiːt ; hˈʌʃt ænd ˈɔː stɹˈɪkən, ðɪ ˈoʊld fˈɑːðɚ, pɹˈeɪɪŋ ˈæn, lˈʌvɪŋ ˈɛmᵻli, lˈʊkt ˈɔn. hiː ɹˈoʊz tuː. hɪz fˈiːt ænd dˈaɪd ɪɹˈɛkt ˈæftɚ twˈɛnti mˈɪnɪts stɹˈʌɡəl.