text_original: They found his pockets filled with the letters of the woman he had so passionately loved. He was dead, this Branwell who had wrung BRA NW ELL'S END. 29; the hearts of his household day by day, who drank their tears as wine. He was dead, and now they mourned him with acute and bitter pain.
text_transcription: THEY FOUND HIS POCKETS FILLED WITH LETTERS OF THE WOMAN HE HAD SO PASSIONATELY LOVED HE WAS DEAD THIS BRANWELL WHO HAD WRUNG THE HEARTS OF HIS HOUSEHOLD DAY BY DAY WHO DRANK THEIR TEARS AS WINE HE WAS DEAD AND NOW THEY MOURNED HIM WITH ACUTE AND BITTER PAIN
phonemes: ðeɪ fˈaʊnd hɪz pˈɑːkɪts fˈɪld wɪððə lˈɛɾɚz ʌvðə wˈʊmən hiː hæd sˌoʊ pˈæʃənətli lˈʌvd. hiː wʌz dˈɛd, ðɪs bɹˈænwɛl hˌuː hæd ɹˈʌŋ bˌiːˌɑːɹɹˈeɪ ˌɛndˈʌbəljˌuː ˈɛlz ˌiːˌɛndˈiː. twˈɛnti nˈaɪn; ðə hˈɑːɹts ʌv hɪz hˈaʊshoʊld dˈeɪ baɪ dˈeɪ, hˌuː dɹˈæŋk ðɛɹ tˈɪɹz æz wˈaɪn. hiː wʌz dˈɛd, ænd nˈaʊ ðeɪ mˈɔːɹnd hˌɪm wɪð ɐkjˈuːt ænd bˈɪɾɚ pˈeɪn.