text_original: No words could be more sorrowful and more touching in their simplicity than those in which Scott declared that after his wife's death he never knew what to do with that large share of his thoughts which always, in other {187} days, used to be given to her.
text_transcription: NO WORDS COULD BE MORE SORROWFUL AND MORE TOUCHING IN THEIR SIMPLICITY THAN THOSE IN WHICH SCOTT DECLARED THAT AFTER HIS WIFE'S DEATH HE NEVER KNEW WHAT TO DO WITH THAT LARGE SHARE OF HIS THOUGHTS WHICH ALWAYS IN OTHER DAYS USED TO BE GIVEN TO HER
phonemes: nˈoʊ wˈɜːdz kʊd biː mˈɔːɹ sˈɑːɹoʊfəl ænd mˈɔːɹ tˈʌtʃɪŋ ɪn ðɛɹ sɪmplˈɪsᵻɾi ðɐn ðoʊz ɪnwˌɪtʃ skˈɑːt dᵻklˈɛɹd ðæt ˈæftɚ hɪz wˈaɪfz dˈɛθ hiː nˈɛvɚ nˈuː wʌt tə dˈuː wɪð ðæt lˈɑːɹdʒ ʃˈɛɹ ʌv hɪz θˈɔːts wˌɪtʃ ˈɔːlweɪz, ɪn ˈʌðɚ {wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi sˈɛvən} dˈeɪz, jˈuːzd təbi ɡˈɪvən tə hɜː.