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target/0_002200.wav | 0_002200 | 2sad | "There are none at all," was the reply. | 98.106293 | 22.315245 | 70.595421 | 55.662212 | 8.537351 | "ðɛɹ ɑɹ nʌn æt ɔl," wɑz ðʌ ɹɪplaɪ. |
target/0_002201.wav | 0_002201 | 3shouting | And, by the way, hire women or girls for every position they are competent to fill. | 438.697693 | 157.851791 | 57.155598 | 42.619026 | 13.662077 | ʌnd, baɪ ðʌ weɪ, haɪɜ˞ wɪmʌn ɔɹ ɡɜ˞lz fɔɹ ɛvɜ˞i pʌzɪʃʌn ðeɪ ɑɹ kɑmpʌtɪnt tu fɪl. |
target/0_002202.wav | 0_002202 | 3shouting | "I understand, sir." | 275.155945 | 85.651863 | 68.698654 | 54.525337 | 6.91358 | "aɪ ʌndɜ˞stænd, sɜ˞." |
target/0_002203.wav | 0_002203 | 4whispering | Uncle John ordered everything he could think of and told his agent to add whatever the supply man thought might be needed. | 115.885681 | 10.476855 | 48.374905 | 58.523006 | 12.996497 | ʌŋkʌl dʒɑn ɔɹdɜ˞d ɛvɹiθɪŋ hi kʊd θɪŋk ʌv ʌnd toʊld hɪz eɪdʒʌnt tu æd wʌtɛvɜ˞ ðʌ sʌplaɪ mæn θɔt maɪt bi nidʌd. |
target/0_002204.wav | 0_002204 | 1neural | This business being accomplished, he found Lon Taft at the hotel and instructed the carpenter to put rows of windows on both sides of the shed and to build partitions for an editorial office and a business office at the front. | 206.343948 | 55.687084 | 65.331802 | 57.165512 | 10.722611 | ðɪs bɪznʌs biɪŋ ʌkɑmplɪʃt, hi faʊnd lɑn tæft æt ðʌ hoʊtɛl ʌnd ɪnstɹʌktʌd ðʌ kɑɹpʌntɜ˞ tu pʊt ɹoʊz ʌv wɪndoʊz ɑn boʊθ saɪdz ʌv ðʌ ʃɛd ʌnd tu bɪld pɑɹtɪʃʌnz fɔɹ æn ɛdʌtɔɹiʌl ɔfɪs ʌnd ʌ bɪznʌs ɔfɪs æt ðʌ fɹʌnt. |
target/0_002205.wav | 0_002205 | 0cheerful | This was the beginning of a busy period, especially for poor Uncle John, who had many details to attend to personally. | 213.498367 | 66.086723 | 69.141563 | 59.842705 | 22.645503 | ðɪs wɑz ðʌ bɪɡɪnɪŋ ʌv ʌ bɪzi pɪɹiʌd, ʌspɛʃli fɔɹ puɹ ʌŋkʌl dʒɑn, hu hæd mɛni dɪteɪlz tu ʌtɛnd tu pɜ˞sʌnʌli. |
target/0_002206.wav | 0_002206 | 3shouting | This rendered it necessary for Mr. Merrick to make a trip to Royal, to complete his arrangement with Mr. Skeelty, the manager. | 214.441483 | 71.451996 | 63.165627 | 59.644836 | 10.452306 | ðɪs ɹɛndɜ˞d ɪt nɛsʌsɛɹi fɔɹ mɪstɜ˞ mɛɹɪk tu meɪk ʌ tɹɪp tu ɹɔɪʌl, tu kʌmplit hɪz ɜ˞eɪndʒmʌnt wɪð mɪstɜ˞ , ðʌ mænʌdʒɜ˞. |
target/0_002207.wav | 0_002207 | 3shouting | He drove over with Arthur Weldon, in the buggy--four miles of hill climbing, over rough cobble-stones, into the pine forest. | 218.679657 | 65.106812 | 66.113586 | 59.618675 | 10.294282 | hi dɹoʊv oʊvɜ˞ wɪð ɑɹθɜ˞ wɛldʌn, ɪn ðʌ bʌɡi--fɔɹ maɪlz ʌv hɪl klaɪmɪŋ, oʊvɜ˞ ɹʌf kɑbʌl-stoʊnz, ɪntu ðʌ paɪn fɔɹʌst. |
target/0_002208.wav | 0_002208 | 1neural | Adjoining the mill was the factory building where the pulp was rolled into print paper. Surrounding these huge buildings were some sixty small dwellings of the bungalow type, for the use of the workmen, built of rough boards, but neat and uniform in appearance. | 176.170258 | 36.863045 | 67.370232 | 59.569283 | 22.974055 | ʌdʒɔɪnɪŋ ðʌ mɪl wɑz ðʌ fæktɜ˞i bɪldɪŋ wɛɹ ðʌ pʌlp wɑz ɹoʊld ɪntu pɹɪnt peɪpɜ˞. sɜ˞aʊndɪŋ ðiz hjudʒ bɪldɪŋz wɜ˞ sʌm sɪksti smɔl dwɛlɪŋz ʌv ðʌ bʌŋɡʌloʊ taɪp, fɔɹ ðʌ jus ʌv ðʌ wɜ˞kmɪn, bɪlt ʌv ɹʌf bɔɹdz, bʌt nit ʌnd junʌfɔɹm ɪn ʌpɪɹʌns. |
target/0_002209.wav | 0_002209 | 0cheerful | The electric power plant was a building at the edge of Royal Waterfall, the low and persistent roar of which was scarcely drowned by the rumble of machinery. | 246.611786 | 50.275307 | 64.627785 | 59.533207 | 23.349436 | ðʌ ɪlɛktɹɪk paʊɜ˞ plænt wɑz ʌ bɪldɪŋ æt ðʌ ɛdʒ ʌv ɹɔɪʌl wɔtɜ˞fɔl, ðʌ loʊ ʌnd pɜ˞sɪstʌnt ɹɔɹ ʌv wɪtʃ wɑz skɛɹsli dɹaʊnd baɪ ðʌ ɹʌmbʌl ʌv mʌʃinɜ˞i. |
target/0_002210.wav | 0_002210 | 1neural | Finally, at the edge of the clearing nearest the mills, stood the business office, and to this place Mr. Merrick and Arthur at once proceeded. | 129.817093 | 33.018623 | 72.265259 | 59.817776 | 24.806203 | faɪnʌli, æt ðʌ ɛdʒ ʌv ðʌ klɪɹɪŋ nɪɹʌst ðʌ mɪlz, stʊd ðʌ bɪznʌs ɔfɪs, ʌnd tu ðɪs pleɪs mɪstɜ˞ mɛɹɪk ʌnd ɑɹθɜ˞ æt wʌns pɹʌsidɪd. |
target/0_002211.wav | 0_002211 | 2sad | They found the office a busy place. | 150.242676 | 23.049065 | 67.352654 | 53.850506 | 8.426775 | ðeɪ faʊnd ðʌ ɔfɪs ʌ bɪzi pleɪs. |
target/0_002212.wav | 0_002212 | 4whispering | The young fellow had improved in appearance, having discarded his frayed gray suit for one of plain brown khaki, such as many of the workmen wore, a supply being carried by the company's store. He was clean-shaven and trim, and a gentlemanly bearing had replaced the careless, half defiant attitude of the former hobo. | 213.815903 | 47.132782 | 66.889679 | 52.293205 | 10.478553 | ðʌ jʌŋ fɛloʊ hæd ɪmpɹuvd ɪn ʌpɪɹʌns, hævɪŋ dɪskɑɹdɪd hɪz fɹeɪd ɡɹeɪ sut fɔɹ wʌn ʌv pleɪn bɹaʊn kɑki, sʌtʃ æz mɛni ʌv ðʌ wɜ˞kmɪn wɔɹ, ʌ sʌplaɪ biɪŋ kæɹid baɪ ðʌ kʌmpʌniz stɔɹ. hi wɑz klin-ʃeɪvʌn ʌnd tɹɪm, ʌnd ʌ dʒɛntʌlmʌnli bɛɹɪŋ hæd ɹipleɪst ðʌ kɛɹlʌs, hæf dɪfaɪʌnt ætʌtud ʌv ðʌ fɔɹmɜ˞ hoʊboʊ. |
target/0_002213.wav | 0_002213 | 0cheerful | It was evident he remembered meeting Mr. Merrick, for he smiled and returned the "nabob's" nod. | 190.388168 | 50.734898 | 53.507656 | 58.90453 | 9.93111 | ɪt wɑz ɛvʌdʌnt hi ɹɪmɛmbɜ˞d mitɪŋ mɪstɜ˞ mɛɹɪk, fɔɹ hi smaɪld ʌnd ɹɪtɜ˞nd ðʌ "næbɑbɛs" nɑd. |
target/0_002214.wav | 0_002214 | 2sad | Mr. Skeelty had a private enclosed office in a corner of the room. | 158.741669 | 20.987402 | 58.347244 | 59.830067 | 8.549843 | mɪstɜ˞ hæd ʌ pɹaɪvʌt ɛnkloʊzd ɔfɪs ɪn ʌ kɔɹnɜ˞ ʌv ðʌ ɹum. |
target/0_002215.wav | 0_002215 | 4whispering | Being admitted to this sanctum, the visitors found the manager to be a small, puffy individual about forty-five years of age, with shrewd, beadlike black eyes and an insolent assumption of super-importance. | 191.385468 | 39.369789 | 64.584282 | 59.224762 | 15.205219 | biɪŋ ʌdmɪtɪd tu ðɪs sæŋktʌm, ðʌ vɪzɪtɜ˞z faʊnd ðʌ mænʌdʒɜ˞ tu bi ʌ smɔl, pʌfi ɪndʌvɪdʒʌwʌl ʌbaʊt fɔɹtifaɪv jɪɹz ʌv eɪdʒ, wɪð ʃɹud, blæk aɪz ʌnd æn ɪnsʌlʌnt ʌsʌmpʃʌn ʌv supɜ˞-ɪmpɔɹtʌns. |
target/0_002216.wav | 0_002216 | 2sad | Skeelty interrupted his task of running up columns of impressive figures to ask his callers to be seated, and opened the interview with characteristic abruptness. | 229.201202 | 43.000809 | 52.171349 | 58.584187 | 13.463704 | ɪntɜ˞ʌptɪd hɪz tæsk ʌv ɹʌnɪŋ ʌp kɑlʌmz ʌv ɪmpɹɛsɪv fɪɡjɜ˞z tu æsk hɪz kɔlɜ˞z tu bi sitɪd, ʌnd oʊpʌnd ðʌ ɪntɜ˞vju wɪð kɛɹʌktɜ˞ɪstɪk ʌbɹʌptnʌs. |
target/0_002217.wav | 0_002217 | 1neural | "You're Merrick, eh? | 191.025116 | 32.531372 | 72.175636 | 59.295315 | 7.090852 | "jʊɹ mɛɹɪk, ɛ? |
target/0_002218.wav | 0_002218 | 4whispering | I remember. | 187.667099 | 24.521265 | 71.035629 | 53.501854 | 7.331042 | aɪ ɹɪmɛmbɜ˞. |
target/0_002219.wav | 0_002219 | 1neural | You want to buy power, and we have it to sell. | 215.276016 | 43.74456 | 64.238968 | 59.580772 | 11.225322 | ju wɑnt tu baɪ paʊɜ˞, ʌnd wi hæv ɪt tu sɛl. |
target/0_002220.wav | 0_002220 | 0cheerful | How much will you contract to take?" | 318.035431 | 43.066513 | 70.041351 | 59.865715 | 18.655693 | haʊ mʌtʃ wɪl ju kɑntɹækt tu teɪk?" |
target/0_002221.wav | 0_002221 | 2sad | "I don't know just how much we need," answered Uncle John. | 122.415802 | 23.601984 | 68.319557 | 59.76973 | 13.600486 | "aɪ doʊnt noʊ dʒʌst haʊ mʌtʃ wi nid," ænsɜ˞d ʌŋkʌl dʒɑn. |
target/0_002222.wav | 0_002222 | 3shouting | "We want enough to run a newspaper plant at Millville, and will pay for whatever we use. | 220.038849 | 67.843559 | 64.965492 | 59.661739 | 15.065913 | "wi wɑnt ɪnʌf tu ɹʌn ʌ nuzpeɪpɜ˞ plænt æt , ʌnd wɪl peɪ fɔɹ wʌtɛvɜ˞ wi jus. |
target/0_002223.wav | 0_002223 | 0cheerful | I've ordered a meter, as you asked me to do, and my men are now stringing the cables to make the connection." | 265.658081 | 69.65435 | 69.620178 | 57.489452 | 17.957352 | aɪv ɔɹdɜ˞d ʌ mitɜ˞, æz ju æskt mi tu du, ʌnd maɪ mɛn ɑɹ naʊ stɹɪŋɪŋ ðʌ keɪbʌlz tu meɪk ðʌ kʌnɛkʃʌn." |
target/0_002224.wav | 0_002224 | 3shouting | "Pah! a newspaper. | 229.202927 | 69.673958 | 72.967232 | 59.850018 | 7.749288 | "pæ! ʌ nuzpeɪpɜ˞. |
target/0_002225.wav | 0_002225 | 3shouting | How absurd," said Mr. Skeelty with scornful emphasis. "Your name, Merrick, is not unknown to me. | 298.964203 | 117.598419 | 60.185814 | 47.597328 | 7.064568 | haʊ ʌbsɜ˞d," sɛd mɪstɜ˞ wɪð skɔɹnfʌl ɛmfʌsʌs. "jɔɹ neɪm, mɛɹɪk, ɪz nɑt ʌnnoʊn tu mi. |
target/0_002226.wav | 0_002226 | 3shouting | It stands for financial success, I understand; but I'll bet you never made your money doing such fool things as establishing newspapers in graveyards." | 315.726563 | 90.715408 | 57.821671 | 51.725471 | 10.293172 | ɪt stændz fɔɹ fʌnænʃʌl sʌksɛs, aɪ ʌndɜ˞stænd; bʌt aɪl bɛt ju nɛvɜ˞ meɪd jɔɹ mʌni duɪŋ sʌtʃ ful θɪŋz æz ɪstæblɪʃɪŋ nuzpeɪpɜ˞z ɪn ɡɹeɪvjɑɹdz." |
target/0_002227.wav | 0_002227 | 1neural | Uncle John looked at the man attentively. | 188.813568 | 40.331291 | 69.103012 | 52.727291 | 14.222222 | ʌŋkʌl dʒɑn lʊkt æt ðʌ mæn ʌtɛntɪvli. |
target/0_002228.wav | 0_002228 | 4whispering | "I shall refrain from criticising your conduct of this mill, Mr. Skeelty," he quietly observed, "nor shall I dictate what you may do with your money--provided you succeed in making any." | 93.34079 | 11.845628 | 57.915047 | 58.326141 | 11.207425 | "aɪ ʃæl ɹɪfɹeɪn fɹʌm jɔɹ kɑndʌkt ʌv ðɪs mɪl, mɪstɜ˞ ," hi kwaɪʌtli ʌbzɜ˞vd, "nɔɹ ʃæl aɪ dɪkteɪt wʌt ju meɪ du wɪð jɔɹ mʌni--pɹʌvaɪdɪd ju sʌksid ɪn meɪkɪŋ ɛni." |
target/0_002229.wav | 0_002229 | 1neural | The manager smiled broadly, as if the retort pleased him. | 122.979774 | 37.072227 | 69.902634 | 59.766628 | 20.262844 | ðʌ mænʌdʒɜ˞ smaɪld bɹɔdli, æz ɪf ðʌ ɹitɔɹt plizd hɪm. |
target/0_002230.wav | 0_002230 | 0cheerful | "Give an' take, sir; that's my motto," he said. | 224.736801 | 64.148193 | 69.428581 | 59.726727 | 11.537201 | "ɡɪv æn' teɪk, sɜ˞; ðæts maɪ mɑtoʊ," hi sɛd. |
target/0_002231.wav | 0_002231 | 4whispering | "But you prefer to take?" | 239.911362 | 48.346466 | 67.745323 | 59.428905 | 12.475633 | "bʌt ju pɹʌfɜ˞ tu teɪk?" |
target/0_002232.wav | 0_002232 | 0cheerful | "I do," was the cheerful reply. | 203.222366 | 45.90694 | 69.149406 | 55.260548 | 9.005083 | "aɪ du," wɑz ðʌ tʃɪɹfʌl ɹɪplaɪ. |
target/0_002233.wav | 0_002233 | 2sad | "I'll take your paper, for instance--if it isn't too high priced." | 215.318024 | 33.894474 | 61.848206 | 59.589378 | 19.439546 | "aɪl teɪk jɔɹ peɪpɜ˞, fɔɹ ɪnstʌns--ɪf ɪt ɪzʌnt tu haɪ pɹaɪst." |
target/0_002234.wav | 0_002234 | 1neural | Mr. Skeelty stared at him a moment. | 169.828003 | 31.79274 | 69.216393 | 53.549095 | 13.311863 | mɪstɜ˞ stɛɹd æt hɪm ʌ moʊmʌnt. |
target/0_002235.wav | 0_002235 | 2sad | Then he laughed. | 115.194725 | 9.311797 | 71.157349 | 59.504982 | 9.741249 | ðɛn hi læft. |
target/0_002236.wav | 0_002236 | 0cheerful | "They're mostly foreigners, Mr. Merrick, who haven't yet fully mastered the English language. | 164.409515 | 49.744461 | 69.467224 | 59.661423 | 21.667482 | "ðɛɹ moʊstli fɔɹʌnɜ˞z, mɪstɜ˞ mɛɹɪk, hu hævʌnt jɛt fʊli mæstɜ˞d ðʌ ɪŋɡlɪʃ læŋɡwʌdʒ. |
target/0_002237.wav | 0_002237 | 1neural | But," he added, thoughtfully, "a few among them might subscribe, if your country sheet contains any news of interest at all. | 198.804092 | 41.703709 | 66.120445 | 59.468132 | 15.571776 | bʌt," hi ædʌd, θɔtfʌli, "ʌ fju ʌmʌŋ ðɛm maɪt sʌbskɹaɪb, ɪf jɔɹ kʌntɹi ʃit kʌnteɪnz ɛni nuz ʌv ɪntɹʌst æt ɔl. |
target/0_002238.wav | 0_002238 | 2sad | Don't appreciate the advantages of country life, you see, and I've an idea they'll begin to desert, pretty soon. | 175.355301 | 38.130169 | 64.523407 | 57.737598 | 8.744561 | doʊnt ʌpɹiʃieɪt ðʌ ædvæntɪdʒɪz ʌv kʌntɹi laɪf, ju si, ʌnd aɪv æn aɪdiʌ ðeɪl bɪɡɪn tu dɛzɜ˞t, pɹɪti sun. |
target/0_002239.wav | 0_002239 | 4whispering | "It's a penny paper," said Uncle John. | 168.291428 | 20.958044 | 69.370033 | 59.492935 | 8.779149 | "ɪts ʌ pɛni peɪpɜ˞," sɛd ʌŋkʌl dʒɑn. |
target/0_002240.wav | 0_002240 | 1neural | "The subscription is only thirty cents a month." | 175.718704 | 49.026478 | 66.759865 | 59.86557 | 15.325671 | "ðʌ sʌbskɹɪpʃʌn ɪz oʊnli θɜ˞di sɛnts ʌ mʌnθ." |
target/0_002241.wav | 0_002241 | 3shouting | "Delivered?" | 288.398987 | 29.101858 | 70.358734 | 59.660942 | 9.053498 | "dɪlɪvɜ˞d?" |
target/0_002242.wav | 0_002242 | 3shouting | "I suppose so." | 271.561096 | 115.5961 | 69.341629 | 59.751324 | 10.419211 | "aɪ sʌpoʊz soʊ." |
target/0_002243.wav | 0_002243 | 3shouting | "Well, I'll pay you twenty cents, and keep the balance for commission. That's fair enough." | 342.667816 | 145.372208 | 62.297653 | 42.546547 | 8.929477 | "wɛl, aɪl peɪ ju twɛnti sɛnts, ʌnd kip ðʌ bælʌns fɔɹ kʌmɪʃʌn. ðæts fɛɹ ɪnʌf." |
target/0_002244.wav | 0_002244 | 1neural | "Very well, Mr. Skeelty. | 145.312073 | 43.827202 | 69.967033 | 59.802116 | 10.329596 | "vɛɹi wɛl, mɪstɜ˞ . |
target/0_002245.wav | 0_002245 | 3shouting | Get all you can, at that rate." | 427.132965 | 208.572357 | 69.449203 | 53.551174 | 12.763533 | ɡɛt ɔl ju kæn, æt ðæt ɹeɪt." |
target/0_002246.wav | 0_002246 | 2sad | After signing a contract for the supply of electrical power, whereby he was outrageously robbed but the supply was guaranteed, Mr. Merrick and Arthur returned to the farm. | 169.931824 | 19.694738 | 65.357132 | 59.735474 | 14.723365 | æftɜ˞ saɪnɪŋ ʌ kɑntɹækt fɔɹ ðʌ sʌplaɪ ʌv ɪlɛktɹɪkʌl paʊɜ˞, wɛɹbaɪ hi wɑz aʊtɹeɪdʒʌsli ɹɑbd bʌt ðʌ sʌplaɪ wɑz ɡɛɹʌntid, mɪstɜ˞ mɛɹɪk ʌnd ɑɹθɜ˞ ɹɪtɜ˞nd tu ðʌ fɑɹm. |
target/0_002247.wav | 0_002247 | 2sad | "That man," said Louise's young husband, referring to the manager of the paper mill, "is an unmitigated scoundrel, sir." | 145.209091 | 17.175684 | 56.335094 | 59.178944 | 9.104303 | "ðæt mæn," sɛd luizɛs jʌŋ hʌzbʌnd, ɹɪfɜ˞ɪŋ tu ðʌ mænʌdʒɜ˞ ʌv ðʌ peɪpɜ˞ mɪl, "ɪz æn ʌnmɪtʌɡeɪtɪd skaʊndɹʌl, sɜ˞." |
target/0_002248.wav | 0_002248 | 4whispering | "I won't deny it," replied Mr. Merrick. | 109.870682 | 20.726679 | 71.985542 | 59.756611 | 11.111111 | "aɪ woʊnt dɪnaɪ ɪt," ɹɪplaɪd mɪstɜ˞ mɛɹɪk. |
target/0_002249.wav | 0_002249 | 1neural | No wonder the poor fellows get dissatisfied." | 140.656067 | 53.132309 | 70.137344 | 59.682632 | 10.37037 | noʊ wʌndɜ˞ ðʌ puɹ fɛloʊz ɡɛt dɪsætʌsfaɪd." |
target/0_002250.wav | 0_002250 | 3shouting | OF LIBERTY AND NECESSITY. | 188.618591 | 78.379128 | 69.922066 | 59.793091 | 13.807983 | ʌv lɪbɜ˞ti ʌnd nʌsɛsʌti. |
target/0_002251.wav | 0_002251 | 2sad | PART I. | 227.41954 | 29.34646 | 69.149055 | 59.725006 | 4.508857 | pɑɹt aɪ |
target/0_002252.wav | 0_002252 | 2sad | Such a uniformity in every particular, is found in no part of nature. | 185.948181 | 30.765072 | 68.48732 | 59.341896 | 13.476405 | sʌtʃ ʌ junʌfɔɹmʌti ɪn ɛvɜ˞i pɜ˞tɪkjʌlɜ˞, ɪz faʊnd ɪn noʊ pɑɹt ʌv neɪtʃɜ˞. |
target/0_002253.wav | 0_002253 | 2sad | He also expects that, when he carries his goods to market, and offers them at a reasonable price, he shall find purchasers, and shall be able, by the money he acquires, to engage others to supply him with those commodities which are requisite for his subsistence. | 164.082703 | 28.043127 | 63.697388 | 59.380283 | 14.125753 | hi ɔlsoʊ ɪkspɛkts ðæt, wɛn hi kæɹiz hɪz ɡʊdz tu mɑɹkʌt, ʌnd ɔfɜ˞z ðɛm æt ʌ ɹizʌnʌbʌl pɹaɪs, hi ʃæl faɪnd pɜ˞tʃʌsɜ˞z, ʌnd ʃæl bi eɪbʌl, baɪ ðʌ mʌni hi ʌkwaɪɜ˞z, tu ɛnɡeɪdʒ ʌðɜ˞z tu sʌplaɪ hɪm wɪð ðoʊz kʌmɑdʌtiz wɪtʃ ɑɹ ɹɛkwʌzʌt fɔɹ hɪz sʌbsɪstʌns. |
target/0_002254.wav | 0_002254 | 1neural | I shall therefore change the suppositions. | 118.399742 | 38.040989 | 70.402023 | 59.786774 | 13.333333 | aɪ ʃæl ðɛɹfɔɹ tʃeɪndʒ ðʌ sʌpʌzɪʃʌnz. |
target/0_002255.wav | 0_002255 | 3shouting | For these are plain and acknowledged matters of fact. | 210.860794 | 73.822517 | 67.6782 | 56.86903 | 14.655515 | fɔɹ ðiz ɑɹ pleɪn ʌnd æknɑlɪdʒd mætɜ˞z ʌv fækt. |
target/0_002256.wav | 0_002256 | 1neural | But if the foregoing explication of the matter be received, this must be absolutely impracticable. | 163.488754 | 30.170744 | 66.959534 | 59.747959 | 15.147732 | bʌt ɪf ðʌ fɔɹɡoʊɪŋ ɛksplʌkeɪʃʌn ʌv ðʌ mætɜ˞ bi ɹʌsivd, ðɪs mʌst bi æbsʌlutli ɪmpɹæktɪkʌbʌl. |
target/0_002257.wav | 0_002257 | 0cheerful | Before the gods that made the gods Had seen their sunrise pass, The White Horse of the White Horse Vale Was cut out of the grass. | 229.614716 | 54.392929 | 65.555763 | 59.813335 | 14.94709 | bɪfɔɹ ðʌ ɡɑdz ðæt meɪd ðʌ ɡɑdz hæd sin ðɛɹ sʌnɹaɪz pæs, ðʌ waɪt hɔɹs ʌv ðʌ waɪt hɔɹs veɪl wɑz kʌt aʊt ʌv ðʌ ɡɹæs. |
target/0_002258.wav | 0_002258 | 0cheerful | Before the gods that made the gods Had drunk at dawn their fill, The White Horse of the White Horse Vale Was hoary on the hill. | 247.276703 | 54.786999 | 60.521095 | 57.412525 | 10.686096 | bɪfɔɹ ðʌ ɡɑdz ðæt meɪd ðʌ ɡɑdz hæd dɹʌŋk æt dɔn ðɛɹ fɪl, ðʌ waɪt hɔɹs ʌv ðʌ waɪt hɔɹs veɪl wɑz hɔɹi ɑn ðʌ hɪl. |
target/0_002259.wav | 0_002259 | 4whispering | For the White Horse knew England When there was none to know; He saw the first oar break or bend, He saw heaven fall and the world end, O God, how long ago. | 120.055077 | 9.151606 | 66.718636 | 59.758236 | 24.988844 | fɔɹ ðʌ waɪt hɔɹs nu ɪŋɡlʌnd wɛn ðɛɹ wɑz nʌn tu noʊ; hi sɔ ðʌ fɜ˞st ɔɹ bɹeɪk ɔɹ bɛnd, hi sɔ hɛvʌn fɔl ʌnd ðʌ wɜ˞ld ɛnd, oʊ ɡɑd, haʊ lɔŋ ʌɡoʊ. |
target/0_002260.wav | 0_002260 | 1neural | For the end of the world was long ago, And all we dwell to-day As children of some second birth, Like a strange people left on earth After a judgment day. | 164.415405 | 40.486012 | 69.751732 | 59.59296 | 24.469413 | fɔɹ ðʌ ɛnd ʌv ðʌ wɜ˞ld wɑz lɔŋ ʌɡoʊ, ʌnd ɔl wi dwɛl tu-deɪ æz tʃɪldɹʌn ʌv sʌm sɛkʌnd bɜ˞θ, laɪk ʌ stɹeɪndʒ pipʌl lɛft ɑn ɜ˞θ æftɜ˞ ʌ dʒʌdʒmʌnt deɪ. |
target/0_002261.wav | 0_002261 | 3shouting | When Caesar's sun fell out of the sky And whoso hearkened right Could only hear the plunging Of the nations in the night. | 395.793427 | 113.351875 | 40.840733 | 43.757343 | 9.326048 | wɛn sizɜ˞z sʌn fɛl aʊt ʌv ðʌ skaɪ ʌnd ɹaɪt kʊd oʊnli hiɹ ðʌ plʌndʒɪŋ ʌv ðʌ neɪʃʌnz ɪn ðʌ naɪt. |
target/0_002262.wav | 0_002262 | 3shouting | When the ends of the earth came marching in To torch and cresset gleam. And the roads of the world that lead to Rome Were filled with faces that moved like foam, Like faces in a dream. | 248.818665 | 71.813217 | 56.059067 | 59.626377 | 10.484331 | wɛn ðʌ ɛndz ʌv ðʌ ɜ˞θ keɪm mɑɹtʃɪŋ ɪn tu tɔɹtʃ ʌnd ɡlim. ʌnd ðʌ ɹoʊdz ʌv ðʌ wɜ˞ld ðæt lɛd tu ɹoʊm wɜ˞ fɪld wɪð feɪsʌz ðæt muvd laɪk foʊm, laɪk feɪsʌz ɪn ʌ dɹim. |
target/0_002263.wav | 0_002263 | 0cheerful | And men rode out of the eastern lands, Broad river and burning plain; Trees that are Titan flowers to see, And tiger skies, striped horribly, With tints of tropic rain. | 222.670853 | 52.679775 | 59.462143 | 59.497383 | 14.046639 | ʌnd mɛn ɹoʊd aʊt ʌv ðʌ istɜ˞n lændz, bɹɔd ɹɪvɜ˞ ʌnd bɜ˞nɪŋ pleɪn; tɹiz ðæt ɑɹ taɪtʌn flaʊɜ˞z tu si, ʌnd taɪɡɜ˞ skaɪz, stɹaɪpt hɔɹʌbli, wɪð tɪnts ʌv tɹɑpɪk ɹeɪn. |
target/0_002264.wav | 0_002264 | 0cheerful | Where Ind's enamelled peaks arise Around that inmost one, Where ancient eagles on its brink, Vast as archangels, gather and drink The sacrament of the sun. | 253.905426 | 62.419506 | 70.152481 | 59.256096 | 23.814469 | wɛɹ ɛs piks ɜ˞aɪz ɜ˞aʊnd ðæt wʌn, wɛɹ eɪntʃʌnt iɡʌlz ɑn ɪts bɹɪŋk, væst æz ɑɹkeɪndʒʌlz, ɡæðɜ˞ ʌnd dɹɪŋk ðʌ sækɹʌmʌnt ʌv ðʌ sʌn. |
target/0_002265.wav | 0_002265 | 3shouting | And men brake out of the northern lands, Enormous lands alone, Where a spell is laid upon life and lust And the rain is changed to a silver dust And the sea to a great green stone. | 182.71376 | 46.586979 | 62.769512 | 59.806583 | 15.858112 | ʌnd mɛn bɹeɪk aʊt ʌv ðʌ nɔɹðɜ˞n lændz, ɪnɔɹmʌs lændz ʌloʊn, wɛɹ ʌ spɛl ɪz leɪd ʌpɑn laɪf ʌnd lʌst ʌnd ðʌ ɹeɪn ɪz tʃeɪndʒd tu ʌ sɪlvɜ˞ dʌst ʌnd ðʌ si tu ʌ ɡɹeɪt ɡɹin stoʊn. |
target/0_002266.wav | 0_002266 | 1neural | And a Shape that moveth murkily In mirrors of ice and night, Hath blanched with fear all beasts and birds, As death and a shock of evil words Blast a man's hair with white. | 208.662155 | 37.655197 | 66.132408 | 59.715733 | 13.27883 | ʌnd ʌ ʃeɪp ðæt ɪn mɪɹɜ˞z ʌv aɪs ʌnd naɪt, hæθ wɪð fɪɹ ɔl bists ʌnd bɜ˞dz, æz dɛθ ʌnd ʌ ʃɑk ʌv ivʌl wɜ˞dz blæst ʌ mænz hɛɹ wɪð waɪt. |
target/0_002267.wav | 0_002267 | 3shouting | And the cry of the palms and the purple moons, Or the cry of the frost and foam, Swept ever around an inmost place, And the din of distant race on race Cried and replied round Rome. | 319.406067 | 60.073048 | 62.708981 | 54.12397 | 10.410411 | ʌnd ðʌ kɹaɪ ʌv ðʌ pɑmz ʌnd ðʌ pɜ˞pʌl munz, ɔɹ ðʌ kɹaɪ ʌv ðʌ fɹɔst ʌnd foʊm, swɛpt ɛvɜ˞ ɜ˞aʊnd æn pleɪs, ʌnd ðʌ dɪn ʌv dɪstʌnt ɹeɪs ɑn ɹeɪs kɹaɪd ʌnd ɹɪplaɪd ɹaʊnd ɹoʊm. |
target/0_002268.wav | 0_002268 | 2sad | And there was death on the Emperor And night upon the Pope: And Alfred, hiding in deep grass, Hardened his heart with hope. | 102.780075 | 12.468647 | 66.456841 | 59.812637 | 14.617284 | ʌnd ðɛɹ wɑz dɛθ ɑn ðʌ ɛmpɜ˞ɜ˞ ʌnd naɪt ʌpɑn ðʌ poʊp: ʌnd ælfɹʌd, haɪdɪŋ ɪn dip ɡɹæs, hɑɹdʌnd hɪz hɑɹt wɪð hoʊp. |
target/0_002269.wav | 0_002269 | 0cheerful | A sea-folk blinder than the sea Broke all about his land, But Alfred up against them bare And gripped the ground and grasped the air, Staggered, and strove to stand. | 239.081985 | 51.211277 | 62.546329 | 59.239124 | 9.704027 | ʌ si-foʊk blaɪndɜ˞ ðæn ðʌ si bɹoʊk ɔl ʌbaʊt hɪz lænd, bʌt ælfɹʌd ʌp ʌɡɛnst ðɛm bɛɹ ʌnd ɡɹɪpt ðʌ ɡɹaʊnd ʌnd ɡɹæspt ðʌ ɛɹ, stæɡɜ˞d, ʌnd stɹoʊv tu stænd. |
target/0_002270.wav | 0_002270 | 4whispering | He bent them back with spear and spade, With desperate dyke and wall, With foemen leaning on his shield And roaring on him when he reeled; And no help came at all. | 208.421539 | 26.763851 | 67.070869 | 51.729378 | 10.00855 | hi bɛnt ðɛm bæk wɪð spɪɹ ʌnd speɪd, wɪð dɛspɹɪt daɪk ʌnd wɔl, wɪð linɪŋ ɑn hɪz ʃild ʌnd ɹɔɹɪŋ ɑn hɪm wɛn hi ɹild; ʌnd noʊ hɛlp keɪm æt ɔl. |
target/0_002271.wav | 0_002271 | 4whispering | He broke them with a broken sword A little towards the sea, And for one hour of panting peace, Ringed with a roar that would not cease, With golden crown and girded fleece Made laws under a tree. | 167.764999 | 19.351929 | 68.53157 | 59.76144 | 14.7054 | hi bɹoʊk ðɛm wɪð ʌ bɹoʊkʌn sɔɹd ʌ lɪtʌl tʌwɔɹdz ðʌ si, ʌnd fɔɹ wʌn aʊɜ˞ ʌv pæntɪŋ pis, ɹɪŋd wɪð ʌ ɹɔɹ ðæt wʊd nɑt sis, wɪð ɡoʊldʌn kɹaʊn ʌnd flis meɪd lɔz ʌndɜ˞ ʌ tɹi. |
target/0_002272.wav | 0_002272 | 0cheerful | The Northmen came about our land A Christless chivalry: Who knew not of the arch or pen, Great, beautiful half-witted men From the sunrise and the sea. | 279.376862 | 63.791714 | 67.132896 | 58.839745 | 8.720904 | ðʌ keɪm ʌbaʊt aʊɜ˞ lænd ʌ ʃɪvʌlɹi: hu nu nɑt ʌv ðʌ ɑɹtʃ ɔɹ pɛn, ɡɹeɪt, bjutʌfʌl hæf-wɪtɪd mɛn fɹʌm ðʌ sʌnɹaɪz ʌnd ðʌ si. |
target/0_002273.wav | 0_002273 | 1neural | Our towns were shaken of tall kings With scarlet beards like blood: The world turned empty where they trod, They took the kindly cross of God And cut it up for wood. | 212.019867 | 41.161316 | 62.109146 | 59.800987 | 16.26936 | aʊɜ˞ taʊnz wɜ˞ ʃeɪkʌn ʌv tɔl kɪŋz wɪð skɑɹlʌt bɪɹdz laɪk blʌd: ðʌ wɜ˞ld tɜ˞nd ɛmpti wɛɹ ðeɪ tɹɑd, ðeɪ tʊk ðʌ kaɪndli kɹɔs ʌv ɡɑd ʌnd kʌt ɪt ʌp fɔɹ wʊd. |
target/0_002274.wav | 0_002274 | 0cheerful | Their souls were drifting as the sea, And all good towns and lands They only saw with heavy eyes, And broke with heavy hands, | 225.611389 | 54.418011 | 69.013657 | 59.715012 | 20.750089 | ðɛɹ soʊlz wɜ˞ dɹɪftɪŋ æz ðʌ si, ʌnd ɔl ɡʊd taʊnz ʌnd lændz ðeɪ oʊnli sɔ wɪð hɛvi aɪz, ʌnd bɹoʊk wɪð hɛvi hændz, |
target/0_002275.wav | 0_002275 | 1neural | Their gods were sadder than the sea, Gods of a wandering will, Who cried for blood like beasts at night, Sadly, from hill to hill. | 134.955688 | 32.599724 | 65.197792 | 59.809464 | 23.745 | ðɛɹ ɡɑdz wɜ˞ sædɜ˞ ðæn ðʌ si, ɡɑdz ʌv ʌ wɑndɜ˞ɪŋ wɪl, hu kɹaɪd fɔɹ blʌd laɪk bists æt naɪt, sædli, fɹʌm hɪl tu hɪl. |
target/0_002276.wav | 0_002276 | 4whispering | They seemed as trees walking the earth, As witless and as tall, Yet they took hold upon the heavens And no help came at all. | 116.04113 | 9.20521 | 69.936089 | 59.865608 | 24.053574 | ðeɪ simd æz tɹiz wɔkɪŋ ðʌ ɜ˞θ, æz wɪtlʌs ʌnd æz tɔl, jɛt ðeɪ tʊk hoʊld ʌpɑn ðʌ hɛvʌnz ʌnd noʊ hɛlp keɪm æt ɔl. |
target/0_002277.wav | 0_002277 | 4whispering | They bred like birds in English woods, They rooted like the rose, When Alfred came to Athelney To hide him from their bows | 165.223602 | 15.385566 | 68.131821 | 59.627998 | 13.615366 | ðeɪ bɹɛd laɪk bɜ˞dz ɪn ɪŋɡlɪʃ wʊdz, ðeɪ ɹutʌd laɪk ðʌ ɹoʊz, wɛn ælfɹʌd keɪm tu tu haɪd hɪm fɹʌm ðɛɹ baʊz |
target/0_002278.wav | 0_002278 | 0cheerful | There was not English armour left, Nor any English thing, When Alfred came to Athelney To be an English king. | 191.332413 | 50.054356 | 61.332447 | 59.328186 | 13.82716 | ðɛɹ wɑz nɑt ɪŋɡlɪʃ ɑɹmɜ˞ lɛft, nɔɹ ɛni ɪŋɡlɪʃ θɪŋ, wɛn ælfɹʌd keɪm tu tu bi æn ɪŋɡlɪʃ kɪŋ. |
target/0_002279.wav | 0_002279 | 0cheerful | And the great kings of Wessex Wearied and sank in gore, And even their ghosts in that great stress Grew greyer and greyer, less and less, With the lords that died in Lyonesse And the king that comes no more. | 154.113129 | 40.730659 | 60.213879 | 59.544762 | 10.169107 | ʌnd ðʌ ɡɹeɪt kɪŋz ʌv wɛsʌks wɪɹid ʌnd sæŋk ɪn ɡɔɹ, ʌnd ivɪn ðɛɹ ɡoʊsts ɪn ðæt ɡɹeɪt stɹɛs ɡɹu ʌnd , lɛs ʌnd lɛs, wɪð ðʌ lɔɹdz ðæt daɪd ɪn ʌnd ðʌ kɪŋ ðæt kʌmz noʊ mɔɹ. |
target/0_002280.wav | 0_002280 | 3shouting | And the God of the Golden Dragon Was dumb upon his throne, And the lord of the Golden Dragon Ran in the woods alone. | 302.299438 | 92.095306 | 63.236855 | 58.955051 | 10.446344 | ʌnd ðʌ ɡɑd ʌv ðʌ ɡoʊldʌn dɹæɡʌn wɑz dʌm ʌpɑn hɪz θɹoʊn, ʌnd ðʌ lɔɹd ʌv ðʌ ɡoʊldʌn dɹæɡʌn ɹæn ɪn ðʌ wʊdz ʌloʊn. |
target/0_002281.wav | 0_002281 | 0cheerful | And if ever he climbed the crest of luck And set the flag before, Returning as a wheel returns, Came ruin and the rain that burns, And all began once more. | 204.348282 | 37.893162 | 58.48785 | 59.372566 | 14.338534 | ʌnd ɪf ɛvɜ˞ hi klaɪmd ðʌ kɹɛst ʌv lʌk ʌnd sɛt ðʌ flæɡ bɪfɔɹ, ɹɪtɜ˞nɪŋ æz ʌ wil ɹɪtɜ˞nz, keɪm ɹuʌn ʌnd ðʌ ɹeɪn ðæt bɜ˞nz, ʌnd ɔl bɪɡæn wʌns mɔɹ. |
target/0_002282.wav | 0_002282 | 2sad | And naught was left King Alfred But shameful tears of rage, In the island in the river In the end of all his age. | 123.288727 | 17.738493 | 69.435509 | 59.766602 | 22.792023 | ʌnd nɔt wɑz lɛft kɪŋ ælfɹʌd bʌt ʃeɪmfʌl tɛɹz ʌv ɹeɪdʒ, ɪn ðʌ aɪlʌnd ɪn ðʌ ɹɪvɜ˞ ɪn ðʌ ɛnd ʌv ɔl hɪz eɪdʒ. |
target/0_002283.wav | 0_002283 | 1neural | It was wrought in the monk's slow manner, From silver and sanguine shell, Where the scenes are little and terrible, Keyholes of heaven and hell. | 179.328674 | 30.468664 | 69.407219 | 58.953857 | 14.936248 | ɪt wɑz ɹɔt ɪn ðʌ mʌŋks sloʊ mænɜ˞, fɹʌm sɪlvɜ˞ ʌnd sæŋɡwɪn ʃɛl, wɛɹ ðʌ sinz ɑɹ lɪtʌl ʌnd tɛɹʌbʌl, kihoʊlz ʌv hɛvʌn ʌnd hɛl. |
target/0_002284.wav | 0_002284 | 1neural | In the river island of Athelney, With the river running past, In colours of such simple creed All things sprang at him, sun and weed, Till the grass grew to be grass indeed And the tree was a tree at last. | 181.706635 | 34.733116 | 58.468853 | 56.562256 | 10.461013 | ɪn ðʌ ɹɪvɜ˞ aɪlʌnd ʌv , wɪð ðʌ ɹɪvɜ˞ ɹʌnɪŋ pæst, ɪn kʌlɜ˞z ʌv sʌtʃ sɪmpʌl kɹid ɔl θɪŋz spɹæŋ æt hɪm, sʌn ʌnd wid, tɪl ðʌ ɡɹæs ɡɹu tu bi ɡɹæs ɪndid ʌnd ðʌ tɹi wɑz ʌ tɹi æt læst. |
target/0_002285.wav | 0_002285 | 2sad | Her face was like an open word When brave men speak and choose, The very colours of her coat Were better than good news. | 186.717545 | 27.635391 | 67.098099 | 59.145512 | 20.693709 | hɜ˞ feɪs wɑz laɪk æn oʊpʌn wɜ˞d wɛn bɹeɪv mɛn spik ʌnd tʃuz, ðʌ vɛɹi kʌlɜ˞z ʌv hɜ˞ koʊt wɜ˞ bɛtɜ˞ ðæn ɡʊd nuz. |
target/0_002286.wav | 0_002286 | 3shouting | She spoke not, nor turned not, Nor any sign she cast, Only she stood up straight and free, Between the flowers in Athelney, And the river running past. | 298.189667 | 47.302925 | 62.175999 | 57.146526 | 18.887988 | ʃi spoʊk nɑt, nɔɹ tɜ˞nd nɑt, nɔɹ ɛni saɪn ʃi kæst, oʊnli ʃi stʊd ʌp stɹeɪt ʌnd fɹi, bɪtwin ðʌ flaʊɜ˞z ɪn , ʌnd ðʌ ɹɪvɜ˞ ɹʌnɪŋ pæst. |
target/0_002287.wav | 0_002287 | 1neural | One dim ancestral jewel hung On his ruined armour grey, He rent and cast it at her feet: Where, after centuries, with slow feet, Men came from hall and school and street And found it where it lay. | 211.200333 | 36.289879 | 65.666145 | 59.782238 | 23.094616 | wʌn dɪm ænsɛstɹʌl dʒuʌl hʌŋ ɑn hɪz ɹuʌnd ɑɹmɜ˞ ɡɹeɪ, hi ɹɛnt ʌnd kæst ɪt æt hɜ˞ fit: wɛɹ, æftɜ˞ sɛntʃɜ˞iz, wɪð sloʊ fit, mɛn keɪm fɹʌm hɔl ʌnd skul ʌnd stɹit ʌnd faʊnd ɪt wɛɹ ɪt leɪ. |
target/0_002288.wav | 0_002288 | 2sad | "Mother of God," the wanderer said, "I am but a common king, Nor will I ask what saints may ask, To see a secret thing. | 121.098846 | 19.678892 | 69.59639 | 59.834534 | 19.87244 | "mʌðɜ˞ ʌv ɡɑd," ðʌ wɑndɜ˞ɜ˞ sɛd, "aɪ æm bʌt ʌ kɑmʌn kɪŋ, nɔɹ wɪl aɪ æsk wʌt seɪnts meɪ æsk, tu si ʌ sikɹʌt θɪŋ. |
target/0_002289.wav | 0_002289 | 0cheerful | "When our last bow is broken, Queen, And our last javelin cast, Under some sad, green evening sky, Holding a ruined cross on high, Under warm westland grass to lie, Shall we come home at last?" | 193.01297 | 26.987558 | 63.961147 | 59.272549 | 15.980995 | "wɛn aʊɜ˞ læst baʊ ɪz bɹoʊkʌn, kwin, ʌnd aʊɜ˞ læst dʒævʌlʌn kæst, ʌndɜ˞ sʌm sæd, ɡɹin ivnɪŋ skaɪ, hoʊldɪŋ ʌ ɹuʌnd kɹɔs ɑn haɪ, ʌndɜ˞ wɔɹm wɛstlʌnd ɡɹæs tu laɪ, ʃæl wi kʌm hoʊm æt læst?" |
target/0_002290.wav | 0_002290 | 1neural | And a voice came human but high up, Like a cottage climbed among The clouds; or a serf of hut and croft That sits by his hovel fire as oft, But hears on his old bare roof aloft A belfry burst in song. | 179.810883 | 36.514462 | 64.629723 | 59.514637 | 15.710216 | ʌnd ʌ vɔɪs keɪm hjumʌn bʌt haɪ ʌp, laɪk ʌ kɑtʌdʒ klaɪmd ʌmʌŋ ðʌ klaʊdz; ɔɹ ʌ sɜ˞f ʌv hʌt ʌnd kɹɔft ðæt sɪts baɪ hɪz hʌvʌl faɪɜ˞ æz ɔft, bʌt hiɹz ɑn hɪz oʊld bɛɹ ɹuf ʌlɔft ʌ bɛlfɹi bɜ˞st ɪn sɔŋ. |
target/0_002291.wav | 0_002291 | 2sad | "The gates of heaven are lightly locked, We do not guard our gain, The heaviest hind may easily Come silently and suddenly Upon me in a lane. | 124.817596 | 19.986389 | 68.424927 | 59.826492 | 13.968254 | "ðʌ ɡeɪts ʌv hɛvʌn ɑɹ laɪtli lɑkt, wi du nɑt ɡɑɹd aʊɜ˞ ɡeɪn, ðʌ hɛviʌst haɪnd meɪ izʌli kʌm saɪlʌntli ʌnd sʌdʌnli ʌpɑn mi ɪn ʌ leɪn. |
target/0_002292.wav | 0_002292 | 1neural | "And any little maid that walks In good thoughts apart, May break the guard of the Three Kings And see the dear and dreadful things I hid within my heart. | 171.795639 | 33.266125 | 54.646618 | 59.575447 | 10.818448 | "ʌnd ɛni lɪtʌl meɪd ðæt wɔks ɪn ɡʊd θɔts ʌpɑɹt, meɪ bɹeɪk ðʌ ɡɑɹd ʌv ðʌ θɹi kɪŋz ʌnd si ðʌ dɪɹ ʌnd dɹɛdfʌl θɪŋz aɪ hɪd wɪðɪn maɪ hɑɹt. |
target/0_002293.wav | 0_002293 | 4whispering | "The meanest man in grey fields gone Behind the set of sun, Heareth between star and other star, Through the door of the darkness fallen ajar, The council, eldest of things that are, The talk of the Three in One. | 168.512772 | 16.395185 | 67.081093 | 59.853298 | 21.756442 | "ðʌ minʌst mæn ɪn ɡɹeɪ fildz ɡɔn bɪhaɪnd ðʌ sɛt ʌv sʌn, bɪtwin stɑɹ ʌnd ʌðɜ˞ stɑɹ, θɹu ðʌ dɔɹ ʌv ðʌ dɑɹknʌs fɑlʌn ʌdʒɑɹ, ðʌ kaʊnsʌl, ɛldʌst ʌv θɪŋz ðæt ɑɹ, ðʌ tɔk ʌv ðʌ θɹi ɪn wʌn. |
target/0_002294.wav | 0_002294 | 0cheerful | "The gates of heaven are lightly locked, We do not guard our gold, Men may uproot where worlds begin, Or read the name of the nameless sin; But if he fail or if he win To no good man is told. | 161.351837 | 42.874027 | 64.72702 | 59.453972 | 11.111111 | "ðʌ ɡeɪts ʌv hɛvʌn ɑɹ laɪtli lɑkt, wi du nɑt ɡɑɹd aʊɜ˞ ɡoʊld, mɛn meɪ ʌpɹut wɛɹ wɜ˞ldz bɪɡɪn, ɔɹ ɹɛd ðʌ neɪm ʌv ðʌ neɪmlʌs sɪn; bʌt ɪf hi feɪl ɔɹ ɪf hi wɪn tu noʊ ɡʊd mæn ɪz toʊld. |
target/0_002295.wav | 0_002295 | 2sad | "The men of the East may spell the stars, And times and triumphs mark, But the men signed of the cross of Christ Go gaily in the dark. | 202.020508 | 49.580421 | 57.257221 | 56.921635 | 13.322676 | "ðʌ mɛn ʌv ðʌ ist meɪ spɛl ðʌ stɑɹz, ʌnd taɪmz ʌnd tɹaɪʌmfs mɑɹk, bʌt ðʌ mɛn saɪnd ʌv ðʌ kɹɔs ʌv kɹaɪst ɡoʊ ɡeɪli ɪn ðʌ dɑɹk. |
target/0_002296.wav | 0_002296 | 4whispering | "The men of the East may search the scrolls For sure fates and fame, But the men that drink the blood of God Go singing to their shame. | 209.940201 | 30.288212 | 69.388237 | 56.351772 | 23.509411 | "ðʌ mɛn ʌv ðʌ ist meɪ sɜ˞tʃ ðʌ skɹoʊlz fɔɹ ʃʊɹ feɪts ʌnd feɪm, bʌt ðʌ mɛn ðæt dɹɪŋk ðʌ blʌd ʌv ɡɑd ɡoʊ sɪŋɪŋ tu ðɛɹ ʃeɪm. |
target/0_002297.wav | 0_002297 | 3shouting | "The wise men know what wicked things Are written on the sky, They trim sad lamps, they touch sad strings, Hearing the heavy purple wings, Where the forgotten seraph kings Still plot how God shall die. | 291.372375 | 59.160336 | 61.381111 | 51.335808 | 9.171076 | "ðʌ waɪz mɛn noʊ wʌt wɪkʌd θɪŋz ɑɹ ɹɪtʌn ɑn ðʌ skaɪ, ðeɪ tɹɪm sæd læmps, ðeɪ tʌtʃ sæd stɹɪŋz, hiɹɪŋ ðʌ hɛvi pɜ˞pʌl wɪŋz, wɛɹ ðʌ fɜ˞ɡɑtʌn kɪŋz stɪl plɑt haʊ ɡɑd ʃæl daɪ. |
target/0_002298.wav | 0_002298 | 3shouting | "Night shall be thrice night over you, And heaven an iron cope. Do you have joy without a cause, Yea, faith without a hope?" | 313.858704 | 58.041344 | 64.676506 | 47.53104 | 12.852776 | "naɪt ʃæl bi θɹaɪs naɪt oʊvɜ˞ ju, ʌnd hɛvʌn æn aɪɜ˞n koʊp. du ju hæv dʒɔɪ wɪθaʊt ʌ kɑz, jeɪ, feɪθ wɪθaʊt ʌ hoʊp?" |
target/0_002299.wav | 0_002299 | 4whispering | He only heard the heathen men, Whose eyes are blue and bleak, Singing about some cruel thing Done by a great and smiling king In daylight on a deck. | 195.635788 | 34.662659 | 58.658592 | 58.965347 | 14.243969 | hi oʊnli hɜ˞d ðʌ hiðʌn mɛn, huz aɪz ɑɹ blu ʌnd blik, sɪŋɪŋ ʌbaʊt sʌm kɹuʌl θɪŋ dʌn baɪ ʌ ɡɹeɪt ʌnd smaɪlɪŋ kɪŋ ɪn deɪlaɪt ɑn ʌ dɛk. |
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