text_original: All diis might scarcely be ; but the imagination surely could not forbear to breathe into the most inanimate forms some likeness 112 of its own visions, on such a serene and glowing evening, in this remote and romantic village, beside the calm lake that bore us hither.
text_transcription: ALL THIS MIGHT SCARCELY BE BUT THE IMAGINATION SURELY COULD NOT FORBEAR TO BREATHE INTO THE MOST INANIMATE FORMS SOME LIKENESS OF ITS VISIONS ON SUCH A SERENE AND GLOWING EVENING IN THIS REMOTE AND ROMANTIC VILLAGE BESIDE THE CALM LAKE THAT BORE US HITHER
phonemes: ˈɔːl dˈɪaɪz mˌaɪt skˈɛɹsli bˈiː ; bˌʌt ðɪ ɪmˌædʒᵻnˈeɪʃən ʃˈʊɹli kʊd nˌɑːt fˈɔːɹbɛɹ tə bɹˈiːð ˌɪntʊ ðə mˈoʊst ɪnˈænɪmət fˈɔːɹmz sˌʌm lˈaɪknəs wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛlv ʌv ɪts ˈoʊn vˈɪʒənz, ˌɔn sˈʌtʃ ɐ sɚɹˈiːn ænd ɡlˈoʊɪŋ ˈiːvnɪŋ, ɪn ðɪs ɹᵻmˈoʊt ænd ɹoʊmˈæntɪk vˈɪlɪdʒ, bᵻsˌaɪd ðə kˈɑːm lˈeɪk ðæt bˈɔːɹ ˌʌs hˈɪðɚ.