text_original: The storm and the winter darkness, the virgin earth, the blasting winds of March, would have slain them utterly ; but all these served to make the heather light and strong, to flush its bells with a ruddier purple, to fill its cells with honey more pungently sweet.
text_transcription: THE STORM AND THE WINTER DARKNESS THE VIRGIN EARTH THE BLASTING WINDS OF MARCH WOULD HAVE SLAIN THEM UTTERLY BUT ALL THESE SERVED TO MAKE THE HEATHER LIGHT AND STRONG TO FLUSH ITS BELLS WITH A RUDDIER PURPLE TO FILL ITS CELLS WITH HONEY MORE PUNGENTLY SWEET
phonemes: ðə stˈɔːɹm ænd ðə wˈɪntɚ dˈɑːɹknəs, ðə vˈɜːdʒɪn ˈɜːθ, ðə blˈæstɪŋ wˈɪndz ʌv mˈɑːɹtʃ, wʊdhɐv slˈeɪn ðˌɛm ˈʌɾɚli ; bˌʌt ˈɔːl ðiːz sˈɜːvd tə mˌeɪk ðə hˈɛðɚ lˈaɪt ænd stɹˈɔŋ, tə flˈʌʃ ɪts bˈɛlz wɪð ɐ ɹˈʌdɪɚ pˈɜːpəl, tə fˈɪl ɪts sˈɛlz wɪð hˈʌni mˈɔːɹ pˈʌndʒəntli swˈiːt.