text_original: All that was left on earth of my young wife, except the memory of a sainted life and a too brief happiness, was lying still and cold in the chamber above us.
text_transcription: ALL THAT WAS LEFT ON EARTH OF MY YOUNG WIFE EXCEPT THE MEMORY OF A SAINTED LIFE AND A TOO BRIEF HAPPINESS WAS LYING STILL AND COLD IN THE CHAMBER ABOVE US
phonemes: ˈɔːl ðæt wʌz lˈɛft ˌɔn ˈɜːθ ʌv maɪ jˈʌŋ wˈaɪf, ɛksˈɛpt ðə mˈɛmɚɹi əvə sˈeɪntᵻd lˈaɪf ænd ɐ tˈuː bɹˈiːf hˈæpɪnəs, wʌz lˈaɪɪŋ stˈɪl ænd kˈoʊld ɪnðə tʃˈeɪmbɚɹ əbˈʌv ˌʌs.