text_original: But, ah, they never shine at all! My eyes _ignite_  I leave the hall, For wrathful tears have filled them; I could have crushed them on the spot   The bugs, I mean!  and quite forgot That _stringing_ them had killed them.
text_transcription: BUT AH THEY NEVER SHINE AT ALL MY EYES IGNITE I LEAVE THE HALL FOR WRATHFUL TEARS HAVE FILLED THEM I COULD HAVE CRUSHED THEM ON THE SPOT THE BUGS I MEAN AND QUITE FORGOT THAT STRINGING THEM HAD KILLED THEM
phonemes: bˌʌt, ˈɑː, ðeɪ nˈɛvɚ ʃˈaɪn æɾ ˈɔːl! maɪ ˈaɪz ɪɡnˈaɪt aɪ lˈiːv ðə hˈɔːl, fɔːɹ ɹˈæθfəl tˈɪɹz hæv fˈɪld ðˌɛm; aɪ kˌʊdɐv kɹˈʌʃt ðˌɛm ɔnðə spˈɑːt ðə bˈʌɡz, aɪ mˈiːn!  ænd kwˈaɪt fɚɡˈɑːt ðæt stɹˈɪŋɪŋ ðˌɛm hæd kˈɪld ðˌɛm.