text_original: Why did the cold maxims of the world compel me at this moment to repress the tears of melancholy tran* sport which it would have been so sweet to indulge, immeasurably, even until the darkness of night had swallowed up the objects which excited them
text_transcription: WHY DID THE COLD MAXIMS OF THE WORLD COMPEL ME AT THIS MOMENT TO REPRESS THE TEARS OF MELANCHOLY TRANSPORT WHICH IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO SWEET TO INDULGE IMMEASURABLY EVEN UNTIL THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT HAD SWALLOWED UP THE OBJECTS WHICH EXCITED THEM
phonemes: wˌaɪ dˈɪd ðə kˈoʊld mˈæksɪmz ʌvðə wˈɜːld kəmpˈɛl mˌiː æt ðɪs mˈoʊmənt tə ɹᵻpɹˈɛs ðə tˈɪɹz ʌv mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli tɹˈæn ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk spˈɔːɹt wˌɪtʃ ɪt wʊdhɐv bˌɪn sˌoʊ swˈiːt tʊ ɪndˈʌldʒ, ɪmˈɛʒɚɹəbli, ˈiːvən ʌntˈɪl ðə dˈɑːɹknəs ʌv nˈaɪt hæd swˈɔloʊd ˌʌp ðɪ ˈɑːbdʒɛkts wˌɪtʃ ɛksˈaɪɾᵻd ðˌɛm