text_original: Now she was middle aged ; she had drunk of the waters of bitterness and known some of the tragic awakenings of passion ; she had experienced an immeasurable sorrow in the loss of her father ; she had become familiar to satiety with the tri  umphs of the world ; and was, as she wrote to Madame R^camier, "wearied of suffering." In short the moment had come when the one impe  rious cry of her soul was for peace.
text_transcription: NOW SHE WAS MIDDLE AGED SHE HAD DRUNK OF THE WATERS OF BITTERNESS AND KNOWN SOME OF THE TRAGIC AWAKENINGS OF PASSION SHE HAD EXPERIENCED IN IMMEASURABLE SORROW IN THE LOSS OF HER FATHER SHE HAD BECOME FAMILIAR IN SATIETY WITH THE TRIUMPHS OF THE WORLD AND WAS AS SHE WROTE TO MADAME RACAMIER WEARIED OF SUFFERING IN SHORT THE MOMENT HAD COME WHEN THE ONE IMPERIOUS CRY OF THE SOUL WAS FOR PEACE
phonemes: nˈaʊ ʃiː wʌz mˈɪdəl ˈeɪdʒd ; ʃiː hæd dɹˈʌŋk ʌvðə wˈɔːɾɚz ʌv bˈɪtɚnəs ænd nˈoʊn sˌʌm ʌvðə tɹˈædʒɪk ɐwˈeɪkənɪŋz ʌv pˈæʃən ; ʃiː hæd ɛkspˈiəɹɪənst ɐn ɪmˈɛʒɚɹəbəl sˈɑːɹoʊ ɪnðə lˈɔs ʌv hɜː fˈɑːðɚ ; ʃiː hæd bɪkˌʌm fəmˈɪlɪɹ tə sætˈaɪəɾi wɪððə tɹˈaɪ ˈʌmfz ʌvðə wˈɜːld ; ænd wʌz, æz ʃiː ɹˈoʊt tə mˈædəm ˈɑːɹ kˈeɪmiɚ, "wˈɪɹid ʌv sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ." ɪn ʃˈɔːɹt ðə mˈoʊmənt hæd kˈʌm wɛn ðə wˈʌn ɪmpˈɛ ɹɪˈuːz kɹˈaɪ ʌv hɜː sˈoʊl wʌz fɔːɹ pˈiːs.