text_original: But the poor of all the States of Beam congre  gated round the solemn procession, and through all the world the men of learning and the poets poured out in rhyme and epitaph their sorrow for her loss. They, indeed, would feel her death as the sudden rattling down of a buckler that had ever been held between them and their enemies.
text_transcription: BUT THE POOR OF ALL THE STATES OF BAYARN CONGREGATED ROUND THE SOLEMN PROCESSION AND THROUGH ALL THE WORLD THE MEN OF LEARNING AND THE POETS POURED OUT IN RHYM AND EPITAPH THEIR SORROW FOR HER LOSS THEY INDEED WOULD FEEL HER DEATH AS THE SUDDEN RATTLING DOWN OF A BUCKLER THAT HAD EVER BEEN HELD BETWEEN THEM AND THEIR ENEMIES
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə pˈʊɹ ʌv ˈɔːl ðə stˈeɪts ʌv bˈiːm kˈɑːŋɡɚ ɡˈeɪɾᵻd ɹˈaʊnd ðə sˈɑːləm pɹəsˈɛʃən, ænd θɹuː ˈɔːl ðə wˈɜːld ðə mˈɛn ʌv lˈɜːnɪŋ ænd ðə pˈoʊɪts pˈɔːɹd ˈaʊt ɪn ɹˈaɪm ænd ˈɛpɪtˌæf ðɛɹ sˈɑːɹoʊ fɔːɹ hɜː lˈɔs. ðeɪ, ˌɪndˈiːd, wʊd fˈiːl hɜː dˈɛθ æz ðə sˈʌdən ɹˈæɾəlɪŋ dˌaʊn əvə bˈʌklɚ ðæt hæd ˈɛvɚ bˌɪn hˈɛld bᵻtwˌiːn ðˌɛm ænd ðɛɹ ˈɛnəmiz.