text_original: A strange augury for her mar  riage, these first dreams of her affianced love — 2$Q EMILY BRONTE. not dreams, indeed, but delirium ; for the next morning she was burning and tossing in fever, near to death's door as it seemed.
text_transcription: A STRANGE AUGURY FOR HER MARRIAGE THESE FIRST DREAMS OF HER AFFIANCED LOVE NOT DREAMS INDEED BUT DELIRIUM FOR THE NEXT MORNING SHE WAS BURNING AND TOSSING IN FEVER NEAR TO DEATH'S DOOR AS IT SEEMED
phonemes: ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ ˈɔːɡjʊɹi fɔːɹ hɜː mˈɑːɹ ɹˈaɪədʒ, ðiːz fˈɜːst dɹˈiːmz ʌv hɜːɹ ɐfˈaɪənst lˈʌv — tˈuː dˈɑːlɚ kjˈuː ˈɛmᵻli bɹˈɔnt. nˌɑːt dɹˈiːmz, ˌɪndˈiːd, bˌʌt dᵻlˈɪɹiəm ; fɚðə nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ʃiː wʌz bˈɜːnɪŋ ænd tˈɔsɪŋ ɪn fˈiːvɚ, nˌɪɹ tə dˈɛθz dˈɔːɹ æz ɪt sˈiːmd.