text_original: Branwell awoke to it perfectly conscious, and through the holy quiet of that early morning he lay, troubled by neither fear nor suffering, while the bells of 296 EMILY BRONTE. the neighboring church, the neighboring tower whose fabulous antiquity had furnished him with many a boyish pleasantry, called the villagers to worship.
text_transcription: BRANWELL AWOKE TO IT PERFECTLY CONSCIOUS AND THROUGH THE HOLY QUIET OF THAT EARLY MORNING HE LAY TROUBLED BY NEITHER FEAR NOR SUFFERING WHILE THE BELLS OF THE NEIGHBOURING CHURCH AND THE NEIGHBORING TOWER WHOSE FABULOUS ANTIQUITY HAD FURNISHED HIM WITH MANY A BOYISH PLEASANTRY CALLED THE VILLAGERS TO WORSHIP
phonemes: bɹˈænwɛl ɐwˈoʊk tʊ ɪt pˈɜːfɛktli kˈɑːnʃəs, ænd θɹuː ðə hˈoʊli kwˈaɪət ʌv ðæt ˈɜːli mˈɔːɹnɪŋ hiː lˈeɪ, tɹˈʌbəld baɪ nˈiːðɚ fˈɪɹ nˈɔːɹ sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ, wˌaɪl ðə bˈɛlz ʌv tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti sˈɪks ˈɛmᵻli bɹˈɔnt. ðə nˈeɪbɚɹɪŋ tʃˈɜːtʃ, ðə nˈeɪbɚɹɪŋ tˈaʊɚ hˌuːz fˈæbjʊləs æntˈɪkwᵻɾi hæd fˈɜːnɪʃt hˌɪm wɪð mˈɛni ɐ bˈɔɪɪʃ plˈɛzəntɹi, kˈɔːld ðə vˈɪlɪdʒɚz tə wˈɜːʃɪp.