text_original: I cannot live with  out my soul.' 262 EMILY BRONTE. " He dashed his head against the knotted trunk ; and, lifting up his eyes, howled, not like a man, but like a savage beast being goaded to death with knives and spears.
text_transcription: I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT MY SOUL HE DASHED HIS HEAD AGAINST THE KNOTTED TRUNK AND LIFTING UP HIS EYES HOWLED NOT LIKE A MAN BUT LIKE A SAVAGE BEAST BEING GOADED TO DEATH WITH KNIVES AND SPEARS
phonemes: aɪ kænˈɑːt lˈɪv wɪð ˈaʊt maɪ sˈoʊl.tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti tˈuː ˈɛmᵻli bɹˈɔnt. " hiː dˈæʃt hɪz hˈɛd ɐɡˈɛnst ðə nˈɑːɾᵻd tɹˈʌŋk ; ænd, lˈɪftɪŋ ˌʌp hɪz ˈaɪz, hˈaʊld, nˌɑːt lˈaɪk ɐ mˈæn, bˌʌt lˈaɪk ɐ sˈævɪdʒ bˈiːst bˌiːɪŋ ɡˈoʊdᵻd tə dˈɛθ wɪð nˈaɪvz ænd spˈɪɹz.