text_original: The pelting crowd grew silent and ashamed, like one Rebuked by sight of wisdom higher than his own; And one exclaimed: "No creature so accursed can be But some good thing in him a loving eye will see."
text_transcription: THE PELTING CROWD GREW SILENT AND ASHAMED LIKE ONE REBUKED BY SIGHT OF WISDOM HIGHER THAN HIS OWN AND ONE EXCLAIMED NO CREATURE SO ACCURSED CAN BE BUT SOME GOOD THING IN HIM A LOVING EYE WILL SEE
phonemes: ðə pˈɛltɪŋ kɹˈaʊd ɡɹˈuː sˈaɪlənt ænd ɐʃˈeɪmd, lˈaɪk wˈʌn ɹᵻbjˈuːkt baɪ sˈaɪt ʌv wˈɪzdəm hˈaɪɚ ðɐn hɪz ˈoʊn; ænd wˈʌn ɛksklˈeɪmd: "nˈoʊ kɹˈiːtʃɚ sˌoʊ ɐkˈɜːsᵻd kæn biː bˌʌt sˌʌm ɡˈʊd θˈɪŋ ɪn hˌɪm ɐ lˈʌvɪŋ ˈaɪ wɪl sˈiː."