text_original: Through all those stormy and terrible days, over which poetry and romance have so often and so fondly lingered, the fugitive found that he had still in the season of his misfortune friends as devoted as he had known in the hours of his triumph.
text_transcription: THROUGH ALL THOSE STORMY AND TERRIBLE DAYS OVER WHICH POETRY AND ROMANCE HAVE SO OFTEN AND SO FONDLY LINGERED THE FUGITIVE FOUND THAT HE HAD STILL IN THE SEASON OF HIS MISFORTUNE FRIENDS AS DEVOTED AS HE HAD KNOWN IN THE HOURS OF HIS TRIUMPH
phonemes: θɹuː ˈɔːl ðoʊz stˈɔːɹmi ænd tˈɛɹᵻbəl dˈeɪz, ˌoʊvɚ wˌɪtʃ pˈoʊɪtɹi ænd ɹoʊmˈæns hæv sˌoʊ ˈɔfən ænd sˌoʊ fˈɑːndli lˈɪŋɡɚd, ðə fjˈuːdʒᵻtˌɪv fˈaʊnd ðæt hiː hæd stˈɪl ɪnðə sˈiːzən ʌv hɪz mɪsfˈɔːɹtʃʊn fɹˈɛndz æz dɪvˈoʊɾᵻd æz hiː hæd nˈoʊn ɪnðɪ ˈaʊɚz ʌv hɪz tɹˈaɪʌmf.