text_original: Across one of these arches was a beam, now black and rotten, on which pri  soners were hung in secret. I never saw a monument more terrible of that cold and inhuman tyranny, which it has been the delight of man to exercise over man.
text_transcription: ACROSS ONE OF THESE ARCHES WAS A BEAM NOW BLACK AND ROTTEN ON WHICH PRISONERS WERE HUNG IN SECRET I NEVER SAW A MONUMENT MORE TERRIBLE OF THAT COLD AND INHUMAN TYRANNY WHICH IT HAS BEEN THE DELIGHT OF MAN TO EXERCISE OVER MAN
phonemes: əkɹˌɑːs wˈʌn ʌv ðiːz ˈɑːɹtʃᵻz wʌzɐ bˈiːm, nˈaʊ blˈæk ænd ɹˈɑːʔn̩, ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ pɹˈaɪ sˈoʊnɚz wɜː hˈʌŋ ɪn sˈiːkɹᵻt. aɪ nˈɛvɚ sˈɔː ɐ mˈɑːnjuːmənt mˈɔːɹ tˈɛɹᵻbəl ʌv ðæt kˈoʊld ænd ɪnhjˈuːmən tˈɪɹəni, wˌɪtʃ ɪt hˈæzbiːn ðə dᵻlˈaɪt ʌv mˈæn tʊ ˈɛksɚsˌaɪz ˌoʊvɚ mˈæn.