text_original: Before long a new spirit of hardihood and valour spread among the ranks, till the army, going forward with their leader in the path of glory, proved itself worthy of the ancient memories of Rome. Yet Verus eyed with jealousy the talents which eclipsed his own, was stung by words or looks of sarcasm which fell sometimes from the hardy soldier, or perhaps divined the latent germs of the ambition which was one day to make a rebel of the loyal warrior.
text_transcription: BEFORE LONG A NEW SPIRIT OF HARDIHOOD AND VALOR SPREAD AMONG THE RANKS TILL THE ARMY GOING FORWARD WITH THEIR LEADER IN THE PATH OF GLORY PROVED ITSELF WORTHY OF THE ANCIENT MEMORIES OF ROME YET WARE ASIDE WITH JEALOUSY THE TALENTS WHICH ECLIPSED HIS OWN WAS STUNG BY WORDS OR LOOKS OF SARCASM WHICH FELL SOMETIMES FROM THE HARDY SOLDIER OR PERHAPS DIVINED THE LATENT GERMS OF THE AMBITION WHICH WAS ONE DAY TO MAKE A REBEL OF THE LOYAL WARRIOR
phonemes: bᵻfˌɔːɹ lˈɔŋ ɐ nˈuː spˈɪɹɪt ʌv hˈɑːɹdihˌʊd ænd vˈælɚ spɹˈɛd ɐmˌʌŋ ðə ɹˈæŋks, tˈɪl ðɪ ˈɑːɹmi, ɡˌoʊɪŋ fˈɔːɹwɚd wɪð ðɛɹ lˈiːdɚɹ ɪnðə pˈæθ ʌv ɡlˈɔːɹi, pɹˈuːvd ɪtsˈɛlf wˈɜːði ʌvðɪ ˈeɪntʃənt mˈɛmɚɹiz ʌv ɹˈoʊm. jˈɛt vˈɛɹəs ˈaɪd wɪð dʒˈɛləsi ðə tˈælənts wˌɪtʃ ɪklˈɪpst hɪz ˈoʊn, wʌz stˈʌŋ baɪ wˈɜːdz ɔːɹ lˈʊks ʌv sˈɑːɹkæzəm wˌɪtʃ fˈɛl sˈʌmtaɪmz fɹʌmðə hˈɑːɹdi sˈoʊldʒɚ, ɔːɹ pɚhˈæps dᵻvˈaɪnd ðə lˈeɪtənt dʒˈɜːmz ʌvðɪ æmbˈɪʃən wˌɪtʃ wʌz wˈʌn dˈeɪ tə mˌeɪk ɐ ɹˈɛbəl ʌvðə lˈɔɪəl wˈɔːɹɪɚ.