text_original: The great Italian who counted the sonnets to which he owes his immortality but as the clouds of a dream, and who built his hopes of fame upon that "Africa" which the world has been willing to forget, found the reader he would have welcomed and the student he would have cherished in the ungainly youth who pored over him in a garret.
text_transcription: THE GREAT ITALIAN WHO COUNTED THE SONNETS TO WHICH HE OWES HIS IMMORTALITY BUT AS THE CLOUDS OF A DREAM AND WHO BUILT HIS HOPES OF FAME UPON THAT AFRICA WHICH THE WORLD HAS BEEN WILLING TO FORGET FOUND THE READER HE WOULD HAVE WELCOMED AND THE STUDENT HE WOULD HAVE CHERISHED IN THE UNGAINLY YOUTH WHO PORED OVER HIM IN A GARRET
phonemes: ðə ɡɹˈeɪt ɪtˈæliən hˌuː kˈaʊntᵻd ðə sˈɑːnɪts tʊ wˌɪtʃ hiː ˈoʊz hɪz ɪmɔːɹtˈælᵻɾi bˌʌt æz ðə klˈaʊdz əvə dɹˈiːm, ænd hˌuː bˈɪlt hɪz hˈoʊps ʌv fˈeɪm əpˌɑːn ðˈæt "ˈæfɹɪkə" wˌɪtʃ ðə wˈɜːld hˈæzbiːn wˈɪlɪŋ tə fɚɡˈɛt, fˈaʊnd ðə ɹˈiːdɚ hiː wʊdhɐv wˈɛlkʌmd ænd ðə stˈuːdənt hiː wʊdhɐv tʃˈɛɹɪʃt ɪnðɪ ʌŋɡˈeɪnli jˈuːθ hˌuː pˈɔːɹd ˌoʊvɚ hˌɪm ɪn ɐ ɡˈæɹɪt.