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target/0_002300.wav | 0_002300 | 4whispering | King Guthrum lay on the upper land, On a single road at gaze, And his foe must come with lean array, Up the left arm of the cloven way, To the meeting of the ways. | 91.128151 | 13.033015 | 68.615349 | 59.544922 | 25.37037 | kɪŋ leɪ ɑn ðʌ ʌpɜ˞ lænd, ɑn ʌ sɪŋɡʌl ɹoʊd æt ɡeɪz, ʌnd hɪz foʊ mʌst kʌm wɪð lin ɜ˞eɪ, ʌp ðʌ lɛft ɑɹm ʌv ðʌ weɪ, tu ðʌ mitɪŋ ʌv ðʌ weɪz. |
target/0_002301.wav | 0_002301 | 4whispering | And long ere the noise of armour, An hour ere the break of light, The woods awoke with crash and cry, And the birds sprang clamouring harsh and high, And the rabbits ran like an elves' army Ere Alfred came in sight. | 186.571976 | 18.252031 | 63.775528 | 59.769974 | 23.375188 | ʌnd lɔŋ ɛɹ ðʌ nɔɪz ʌv ɑɹmɜ˞, æn aʊɜ˞ ɛɹ ðʌ bɹeɪk ʌv laɪt, ðʌ wʊdz ʌwoʊk wɪð kɹæʃ ʌnd kɹaɪ, ʌnd ðʌ bɜ˞dz spɹæŋ hɑɹʃ ʌnd haɪ, ʌnd ðʌ ɹæbʌts ɹæn laɪk æn ɛlvz' ɑɹmi ɛɹ ælfɹʌd keɪm ɪn saɪt. |
target/0_002302.wav | 0_002302 | 3shouting | The live wood came at Guthrum, On foot and claw and wing, The nests were noisy overhead, For Alfred and the star of red, All life went forth, and the forest fled Before the face of the King. | 269.742828 | 52.223896 | 58.306274 | 59.603931 | 20.959064 | ðʌ laɪv wʊd keɪm æt , ɑn fʊt ʌnd klɔ ʌnd wɪŋ, ðʌ nɛsts wɜ˞ nɔɪzi oʊvɜ˞hɛd, fɔɹ ælfɹʌd ʌnd ðʌ stɑɹ ʌv ɹɛd, ɔl laɪf wɛnt fɔɹθ, ʌnd ðʌ fɔɹʌst flɛd bɪfɔɹ ðʌ feɪs ʌv ðʌ kɪŋ. |
target/0_002303.wav | 0_002303 | 3shouting | But halted in the woodways Christ's few were grim and grey, And each with a small, far, bird-like sight Saw the high folly of the fight; And though strange joys had grown in the night, Despair grew with the day. | 327.100555 | 81.911789 | 60.724968 | 43.646309 | 8.788043 | bʌt hɔltʌd ɪn ðʌ kɹaɪsts fju wɜ˞ ɡɹɪm ʌnd ɡɹeɪ, ʌnd itʃ wɪð ʌ smɔl, fɑɹ, bɜ˞d-laɪk saɪt sɔ ðʌ haɪ fɑli ʌv ðʌ faɪt; ʌnd ðoʊ stɹeɪndʒ dʒɔɪz hæd ɡɹoʊn ɪn ðʌ naɪt, dɪspɛɹ ɡɹu wɪð ðʌ deɪ. |
target/0_002304.wav | 0_002304 | 1neural | In the eyes Italian all things But a black laughter died; And Alfred flung his shield to earth And smote his breast and cried-- | 139.755554 | 39.242508 | 71.089569 | 59.346489 | 10.940171 | ɪn ðʌ aɪz ɪtæljʌn ɔl θɪŋz bʌt ʌ blæk læftɜ˞ daɪd; ʌnd ælfɹʌd flʌŋ hɪz ʃild tu ɜ˞θ ʌnd hɪz bɹɛst ʌnd kɹaɪd-- |
target/0_002305.wav | 0_002305 | 0cheerful | "I was a fool and wasted ale-- My slaves found it sweet; I was a fool and wasted bread, And the birds had bread to eat. | 240.799072 | 60.113541 | 68.23381 | 59.750385 | 24.327486 | "aɪ wɑz ʌ ful ʌnd weɪstɪd eɪl-- maɪ sleɪvz faʊnd ɪt swit; aɪ wɑz ʌ ful ʌnd weɪstɪd bɹɛd, ʌnd ðʌ bɜ˞dz hæd bɹɛd tu it. |
target/0_002306.wav | 0_002306 | 3shouting | "But yoke me my own oxen, Down to my own farm; My own dog will whine for me, My own friends will bend the knee, And the foes I slew openly Have never wished me harm." | 293.551392 | 57.532913 | 60.493576 | 59.47934 | 23.101067 | "bʌt joʊk mi maɪ oʊn ɑksʌn, daʊn tu maɪ oʊn fɑɹm; maɪ oʊn dɔɡ wɪl waɪn fɔɹ mi, maɪ oʊn fɹɛndz wɪl bɛnd ðʌ ni, ʌnd ðʌ foʊz aɪ slu oʊpʌnli hæv nɛvɜ˞ wɪʃt mi hɑɹm." |
target/0_002307.wav | 0_002307 | 1neural | And all were moved a little, But Colan stood apart, Having first pity, and after Hearing, like rat in rafter, That little worm of laughter That eats the Irish heart. | 156.667648 | 41.183136 | 71.770157 | 59.744949 | 11.851852 | ʌnd ɔl wɜ˞ muvd ʌ lɪtʌl, bʌt koʊlʌn stʊd ʌpɑɹt, hævɪŋ fɜ˞st pɪti, ʌnd æftɜ˞ hiɹɪŋ, laɪk ɹæt ɪn ɹæftɜ˞, ðæt lɪtʌl wɜ˞m ʌv læftɜ˞ ðæt its ðʌ aɪɹɪʃ hɑɹt. |
target/0_002308.wav | 0_002308 | 2sad | "Lift not my head from bloody ground, Bear not my body home, For all the earth is Roman earth And I shall die in Rome." | 100.423019 | 15.79069 | 70.230141 | 59.759708 | 14.982025 | "lɪft nɑt maɪ hɛd fɹʌm blʌdi ɡɹaʊnd, bɛɹ nɑt maɪ bɑdi hoʊm, fɔɹ ɔl ðʌ ɜ˞θ ɪz ɹoʊmʌn ɜ˞θ ʌnd aɪ ʃæl daɪ ɪn ɹoʊm." |
target/0_002309.wav | 0_002309 | 2sad | Then Alfred, King of England, Bade blow the horns of war, And fling the Golden Dragon out, With crackle and acclaim and shout, Scrolled and aflame and far. | 195.350464 | 23.880545 | 56.88736 | 54.295372 | 7.912619 | ðɛn ælfɹʌd, kɪŋ ʌv ɪŋɡlʌnd, beɪd bloʊ ðʌ hɔɹnz ʌv wɔɹ, ʌnd flɪŋ ðʌ ɡoʊldʌn dɹæɡʌn aʊt, wɪð kɹækʌl ʌnd ʌkleɪm ʌnd ʃaʊt, ʌnd ʌfleɪm ʌnd fɑɹ. |
target/0_002310.wav | 0_002310 | 3shouting | And when they came to the open land They wheeled, deployed and stood; Midmost were Marcus and the King, And Eldred on the right-hand wing, And leftwards Colan darkling, In the last shade of the wood. | 206.340225 | 53.313984 | 59.457619 | 59.807003 | 13.215488 | ʌnd wɛn ðeɪ keɪm tu ðʌ oʊpʌn lænd ðeɪ wild, dɪplɔɪd ʌnd stʊd; wɜ˞ mɑɹkʌs ʌnd ðʌ kɪŋ, ʌnd ɛldɜ˞d ɑn ðʌ ɹaɪthænd wɪŋ, ʌnd koʊlʌn , ɪn ðʌ læst ʃeɪd ʌv ðʌ wʊd. |
target/0_002311.wav | 0_002311 | 2sad | But the Earls of the Great Army Lay like a long half moon, Ten poles before their palisades, With wide-winged helms and runic blades Red giants of an age of raids, In the thornland of Ethandune. | 110.949608 | 15.700185 | 68.914841 | 59.576366 | 8.69712 | bʌt ðʌ ɜ˞lz ʌv ðʌ ɡɹeɪt ɑɹmi leɪ laɪk ʌ lɔŋ hæf mun, tɛn poʊlz bɪfɔɹ ðɛɹ pælɪseɪdz, wɪð waɪd-wɪŋd hɛlmz ʌnd bleɪdz ɹɛd dʒaɪʌnts ʌv æn eɪdʒ ʌv ɹeɪdz, ɪn ðʌ ʌv . |
target/0_002312.wav | 0_002312 | 1neural | Midmost the saddles rose and swayed, And a stir of horses' manes, Where Guthrum and a few rode high On horses seized in victory; But Ogier went on foot to die, In the old way of the Danes. | 196.459183 | 39.514069 | 65.586487 | 59.06263 | 9.435455 | ðʌ sædʌlz ɹoʊz ʌnd sweɪd, ʌnd ʌ stɜ˞ ʌv hɔɹsɪz meɪnz, wɛɹ ʌnd ʌ fju ɹoʊd haɪ ɑn hɔɹsʌz sizd ɪn vɪktɜ˞i; bʌt oʊɡiɜ˞ wɛnt ɑn fʊt tu daɪ, ɪn ðʌ oʊld weɪ ʌv ðʌ deɪnz. |
target/0_002313.wav | 0_002313 | 2sad | Far to the King's left Elf the bard Led on the eastern wing With songs and spells that change the blood; And on the King's right Harold stood, The kinsman of the King. | 169.777344 | 19.797132 | 65.220451 | 59.725761 | 14.615958 | fɑɹ tu ðʌ kɪŋz lɛft ɛlf ðʌ bɑɹd lɛd ɑn ðʌ istɜ˞n wɪŋ wɪð sɔŋz ʌnd spɛlz ðæt tʃeɪndʒ ðʌ blʌd; ʌnd ɑn ðʌ kɪŋz ɹaɪt hɛɹʌld stʊd, ðʌ kɪnzmæn ʌv ðʌ kɪŋ. |
target/0_002314.wav | 0_002314 | 0cheerful | But as he came before his line A little space along, His beardless face broke into mirth, And he cried: "What broken bits of earth Are here? | 221.624847 | 61.222355 | 67.411949 | 59.763206 | 19.806763 | bʌt æz hi keɪm bɪfɔɹ hɪz laɪn ʌ lɪtʌl speɪs ʌlɔŋ, hɪz feɪs bɹoʊk ɪntu mɜ˞θ, ʌnd hi kɹaɪd: "wʌt bɹoʊkʌn bɪts ʌv ɜ˞θ ɑɹ hiɹ? |
target/0_002315.wav | 0_002315 | 4whispering | For Colan was hung with raiment Tattered like autumn leaves, And his men were all as thin as saints, And all as poor as thieves. | 93.859467 | 11.527215 | 52.383266 | 59.534016 | 15.395787 | fɔɹ koʊlʌn wɑz hʌŋ wɪð tætɜ˞d laɪk ɔtʌm livz, ʌnd hɪz mɛn wɜ˞ ɔl æz θɪn æz seɪnts, ʌnd ɔl æz puɹ æz θivz. |
target/0_002316.wav | 0_002316 | 1neural | No bows nor slings nor bolts they bore, But bills and pikes ill-made; And none but Colan bore a sword, And rusty was its blade. | 209.714142 | 34.121819 | 65.062897 | 59.709965 | 15.030416 | noʊ baʊz nɔɹ slɪŋz nɔɹ boʊlts ðeɪ bɔɹ, bʌt bɪlz ʌnd paɪks ɪl-meɪd; ʌnd nʌn bʌt koʊlʌn bɔɹ ʌ sɔɹd, ʌnd ɹʌsti wɑz ɪts bleɪd. |
target/0_002317.wav | 0_002317 | 0cheerful | And Colan's eyes with mystery And iron laughter stirred, And he spoke aloud, but lightly Not labouring to be heard. | 220.522812 | 77.817635 | 61.73584 | 58.185108 | 9.332167 | ʌnd koʊlʌnɛs aɪz wɪð mɪstɜ˞i ʌnd aɪɜ˞n læftɜ˞ stɜ˞d, ʌnd hi spoʊk ʌlaʊd, bʌt laɪtli nɑt tu bi hɜ˞d. |
target/0_002318.wav | 0_002318 | 3shouting | Not less barbarian laughter Choked Harold like a flood, "And shall I fight with scarecrows That am of Guthrum's blood? | 304.984222 | 43.297462 | 65.084702 | 59.089859 | 12.983048 | nɑt lɛs bɑɹbɛɹiʌn læftɜ˞ tʃoʊkt hɛɹʌld laɪk ʌ flʌd, "ʌnd ʃæl aɪ faɪt wɪð skæɹkɹoʊz ðæt æm ʌv ɛs blʌd? |
target/0_002319.wav | 0_002319 | 4whispering | To his great gold ear-ring Harold Tugged back the feathered tail, And swift had sprung the arrow, But swifter sprang the Gael. | 217.818588 | 32.406574 | 62.122158 | 55.835838 | 15.464887 | tu hɪz ɡɹeɪt ɡoʊld iɹ-ɹɪŋ hɛɹʌld tʌɡd bæk ðʌ fɛðɜ˞d teɪl, ʌnd swɪft hæd spɹʌŋ ðʌ æɹoʊ, bʌt swɪftɜ˞ spɹæŋ ðʌ ɡeɪl. |
target/0_002320.wav | 0_002320 | 3shouting | Colan stood bare and weaponless, Earl Harold, as in pain, Strove for a smile, put hand to head, Stumbled and suddenly fell dead; And the small white daisies all waxed red With blood out of his brain. | 311.86908 | 86.080315 | 60.880077 | 52.045303 | 8.846166 | koʊlʌn stʊd bɛɹ ʌnd , ɜ˞l hɛɹʌld, æz ɪn peɪn, stɹoʊv fɔɹ ʌ smaɪl, pʊt hænd tu hɛd, stʌmbʌld ʌnd sʌdʌnli fɛl dɛd; ʌnd ðʌ smɔl waɪt deɪziz ɔl wækst ɹɛd wɪð blʌd aʊt ʌv hɪz bɹeɪn. |
target/0_002321.wav | 0_002321 | 3shouting | And all at that marvel of the sword, Cast like a stone to slay, Cried out. | 184.828766 | 62.583408 | 69.802841 | 59.892101 | 20.637553 | ʌnd ɔl æt ðæt mɑɹvʌl ʌv ðʌ sɔɹd, kæst laɪk ʌ stoʊn tu sleɪ, kɹaɪd aʊt. |
target/0_002322.wav | 0_002322 | 0cheerful | Verily Man shall not taste of victory Till he throws his sword away." | 245.188202 | 51.316845 | 63.357334 | 59.566013 | 18.884819 | mæn ʃæl nɑt teɪst ʌv vɪktɜ˞i tɪl hi θɹoʊz hɪz sɔɹd ʌweɪ." |
target/0_002323.wav | 0_002323 | 4whispering | And the King said, "Do thou take my sword Who have done this deed of fire, For this is the manner of Christian men, Whether of steel or priestly pen, That they cast their hearts out of their ken To get their heart's desire. | 90.956703 | 13.837191 | 60.176842 | 58.32148 | 11.780095 | ʌnd ðʌ kɪŋ sɛd, "du ðaʊ teɪk maɪ sɔɹd hu hæv dʌn ðɪs did ʌv faɪɜ˞, fɔɹ ðɪs ɪz ðʌ mænɜ˞ ʌv kɹɪstʃʌn mɛn, wɛðɜ˞ ʌv stil ɔɹ pɹistli pɛn, ðæt ðeɪ kæst ðɛɹ hɑɹts aʊt ʌv ðɛɹ kɛn tu ɡɛt ðɛɹ hɑɹts dɪzaɪɜ˞. |
target/0_002324.wav | 0_002324 | 1neural | "And whether ye swear a hive of monks, Or one fair wife to friend, This is the manner of Christian men, That their oath endures the end. | 141.131836 | 34.669193 | 69.129272 | 59.692863 | 25.456442 | "ʌnd wɛðɜ˞ ji swɛɹ ʌ haɪv ʌv mʌŋks, ɔɹ wʌn fɛɹ waɪf tu fɹɛnd, ðɪs ɪz ðʌ mænɜ˞ ʌv kɹɪstʃʌn mɛn, ðæt ðɛɹ oʊθ ɛndjʊɹz ðʌ ɛnd. |
target/0_002325.wav | 0_002325 | 1neural | "Love with the shield of the Broken Heart Ever his bow doth bend, With a single shaft for a single prize, And the ultimate bolt that parts and flies Comes with a thunder of split skies, And a sound of souls that rend. | 152.382904 | 38.438656 | 69.304283 | 59.776089 | 12.209504 | "lʌv wɪð ðʌ ʃild ʌv ðʌ bɹoʊkʌn hɑɹt ɛvɜ˞ hɪz baʊ dɔθ bɛnd, wɪð ʌ sɪŋɡʌl ʃæft fɔɹ ʌ sɪŋɡʌl pɹaɪz, ʌnd ðʌ ʌltʌmʌt boʊlt ðæt pɑɹts ʌnd flaɪz kʌmz wɪð ʌ θʌndɜ˞ ʌv splɪt skaɪz, ʌnd ʌ saʊnd ʌv soʊlz ðæt . |
target/0_002326.wav | 0_002326 | 2sad | "So shall you earn a king's sword, Who cast your sword away." And the King took, with a random eye, A rude axe from a hind hard by And turned him to the fray. | 113.579773 | 16.360405 | 70.601639 | 59.88903 | 21.507803 | "soʊ ʃæl ju ɜ˞n ʌ kɪŋz sɔɹd, hu kæst jɔɹ sɔɹd ʌweɪ." ʌnd ðʌ kɪŋ tʊk, wɪð ʌ ɹændʌm aɪ, ʌ ɹud æks fɹʌm ʌ haɪnd hɑɹd baɪ ʌnd tɜ˞nd hɪm tu ðʌ fɹeɪ. |
target/0_002327.wav | 0_002327 | 3shouting | As the sea flooding the flat sands Flew on the sea-born horde, The two hosts shocked with dust and din, Left of the Latian paladin, Clanged all Prince Harold's howling kin On Colan and the sword. | 326.771057 | 81.078735 | 60.783848 | 58.792137 | 11.955168 | æz ðʌ si flʌdɪŋ ðʌ flæt sændz flu ɑn ðʌ si-bɔɹn hɔɹd, ðʌ tu hoʊsts ʃɑkt wɪð dʌst ʌnd dɪn, lɛft ʌv ðʌ pælʌdɪn, ɔl pɹɪns hɛɹʌldz haʊlɪŋ kɪn ɑn koʊlʌn ʌnd ðʌ sɔɹd. |
target/0_002328.wav | 0_002328 | 2sad | But like a cloud of morning To eastward easily, Tall Eldred broke the sea of spears As a tall ship breaks the sea. | 101.218475 | 14.699631 | 68.741165 | 59.672211 | 20.278086 | bʌt laɪk ʌ klaʊd ʌv mɔɹnɪŋ tu istwɜ˞d izʌli, tɔl ɛldɜ˞d bɹoʊk ðʌ si ʌv spɪɹz æz ʌ tɔl ʃɪp bɹeɪks ðʌ si. |
target/0_002329.wav | 0_002329 | 2sad | As the tall white devil of the Plague Moves out of Asian skies, With his foot on a waste of cities And his head in a cloud of flies; | 232.435242 | 36.702049 | 63.308872 | 59.672695 | 14.488236 | æz ðʌ tɔl waɪt dɛvʌl ʌv ðʌ pleɪɡ muvz aʊt ʌv eɪʒʌn skaɪz, wɪð hɪz fʊt ɑn ʌ weɪst ʌv sɪtiz ʌnd hɪz hɛd ɪn ʌ klaʊd ʌv flaɪz; |
target/0_002330.wav | 0_002330 | 4whispering | Or purple and peacock skies grow dark With a moving locust-tower; Or tawny sand-winds tall and dry, Like hell's red banners beat and fly, When death comes out of Araby, Was Eldred in his hour. | 181.16925 | 28.352337 | 65.844597 | 58.072273 | 10.736662 | ɔɹ pɜ˞pʌl ʌnd pikɑk skaɪz ɡɹoʊ dɑɹk wɪð ʌ muvɪŋ loʊkʌst-taʊɜ˞; ɔɹ tɑni sænd-wɪndz tɔl ʌnd dɹaɪ, laɪk hɛlz ɹɛd bænɜ˞z bit ʌnd flaɪ, wɛn dɛθ kʌmz aʊt ʌv æɹʌbi, wɑz ɛldɜ˞d ɪn hɪz aʊɜ˞. |
target/0_002331.wav | 0_002331 | 1neural | Till on the helm of a high chief Fell shatteringly his brand, And the helm broke and the bone broke And the sword broke in his hand. | 128.271484 | 37.870438 | 70.126991 | 59.482559 | 24.272243 | tɪl ɑn ðʌ hɛlm ʌv ʌ haɪ tʃif fɛl hɪz bɹænd, ʌnd ðʌ hɛlm bɹoʊk ʌnd ðʌ boʊn bɹoʊk ʌnd ðʌ sɔɹd bɹoʊk ɪn hɪz hænd. |
target/0_002332.wav | 0_002332 | 2sad | Seven spears, and the seventh Was wrought as the faerie blades, And given to Elf the minstrel By the monstrous water-maids; | 154.87233 | 35.598854 | 64.502335 | 59.472286 | 12.555922 | sɛvʌn spɪɹz, ʌnd ðʌ sɛvʌnθ wɑz ɹɔt æz ðʌ bleɪdz, ʌnd ɡɪvʌn tu ɛlf ðʌ mɪnstɹʌl baɪ ðʌ mɑnstɹʌs wɔtɜ˞-meɪdz; |
target/0_002333.wav | 0_002333 | 0cheerful | Thrice drowned was Elf the minstrel, And washed as dead on sand; And the third time men found him The spear was in his hand. | 169.183914 | 49.10799 | 63.596989 | 59.168083 | 11.567733 | θɹaɪs dɹaʊnd wɑz ɛlf ðʌ mɪnstɹʌl, ʌnd wɑʃt æz dɛd ɑn sænd; ʌnd ðʌ θɜ˞d taɪm mɛn faʊnd hɪm ðʌ spɪɹ wɑz ɪn hɪz hænd. |
target/0_002334.wav | 0_002334 | 2sad | Centre and right the Wessex guard Grew pale for doubt and fear, And the flank failed at the advance, For the death-light on the wizard lance-- The star of the evil spear. | 228.054688 | 40.118874 | 61.304966 | 58.55415 | 13.51684 | sɛntɜ˞ ʌnd ɹaɪt ðʌ wɛsʌks ɡɑɹd ɡɹu peɪl fɔɹ daʊt ʌnd fɪɹ, ʌnd ðʌ flæŋk feɪld æt ðʌ ʌdvæns, fɔɹ ðʌ dɛθ-laɪt ɑn ðʌ wɪzɜ˞d læns-- ðʌ stɑɹ ʌv ðʌ ivʌl spɪɹ. |
target/0_002335.wav | 0_002335 | 4whispering | "Stand like an oak," cried Marcus, "Stand like a Roman wall! Eldred the Good is fallen-- Are you too good to fall? | 180.274643 | 22.241196 | 71.310143 | 59.328712 | 11.216931 | "stænd laɪk æn oʊk," kɹaɪd mɑɹkʌs, "stænd laɪk ʌ ɹoʊmʌn wɔl! ɛldɜ˞d ðʌ ɡʊd ɪz fɑlʌn-- ɑɹ ju tu ɡʊd tu fɔl? |
target/0_002336.wav | 0_002336 | 1neural | "The lamps are dying in your homes, The fruits upon your bough; Even now your old thatch smoulders, Gurth, Now is the judgment of the earth, Now is the death-grip, now!" | 191.723923 | 32.271202 | 66.805458 | 59.666954 | 14.450943 | "ðʌ læmps ɑɹ daɪɪŋ ɪn jɔɹ hoʊmz, ðʌ fɹuts ʌpɑn jɔɹ baʊ; ivɪn naʊ jɔɹ oʊld θætʃ , , naʊ ɪz ðʌ dʒʌdʒmʌnt ʌv ðʌ ɜ˞θ, naʊ ɪz ðʌ dɛθ-ɡɹɪp, naʊ!" |
target/0_002337.wav | 0_002337 | 4whispering | But Mark was come of the glittering towns Where hot white details show, Where men can number and expound, And his faith grew in a hard ground Of doubt and reason and falsehood found, Where no faith else could grow. | 112.066292 | 16.374884 | 60.464149 | 59.728493 | 18.394074 | bʌt mɑɹk wɑz kʌm ʌv ðʌ ɡlɪtɜ˞ɪŋ taʊnz wɛɹ hɑt waɪt dɪteɪlz ʃoʊ, wɛɹ mɛn kæn nʌmbɜ˞ ʌnd ɪkspaʊnd, ʌnd hɪz feɪθ ɡɹu ɪn ʌ hɑɹd ɡɹaʊnd ʌv daʊt ʌnd ɹizʌn ʌnd fælshʊd faʊnd, wɛɹ noʊ feɪθ ɛls kʊd ɡɹoʊ. |
target/0_002338.wav | 0_002338 | 4whispering | Belief that grew of all beliefs One moment back was blown And belief that stood on unbelief Stood up iron and alone. | 112.682755 | 14.573378 | 67.900635 | 59.74913 | 23.609268 | bɪlif ðæt ɡɹu ʌv ɔl bɪlifs wʌn moʊmʌnt bæk wɑz bloʊn ʌnd bɪlif ðæt stʊd ɑn stʊd ʌp aɪɜ˞n ʌnd ʌloʊn. |
target/0_002339.wav | 0_002339 | 3shouting | "Spears at the charge!" yelled Mark amain. "Death on the gods of death! Over the thrones of doom and blood Goeth God that is a craftsman good, And gold and iron, earth and wood, Loveth and laboureth. | 185.993988 | 56.05283 | 69.613785 | 59.879311 | 17.435898 | "spɪɹz æt ðʌ tʃɑɹdʒ!" jɛld mɑɹk . "dɛθ ɑn ðʌ ɡɑdz ʌv dɛθ! oʊvɜ˞ ðʌ ʌv dum ʌnd blʌd ɡɑd ðæt ɪz ʌ kɹæftsmʌn ɡʊd, ʌnd ɡoʊld ʌnd aɪɜ˞n, ɜ˞θ ʌnd wʊd, ʌnd . |
target/0_002340.wav | 0_002340 | 2sad | "The fruits leap up in all your farms, The lamps in each abode; God of all good things done on earth, All wheels or webs of any worth, The God that makes the roof, Gurth, The God that makes the road. | 194.996399 | 26.383533 | 57.258118 | 56.564182 | 8.195429 | "ðʌ fɹuts lip ʌp ɪn ɔl jɔɹ fɑɹmz, ðʌ læmps ɪn itʃ ʌboʊd; ɡɑd ʌv ɔl ɡʊd θɪŋz dʌn ɑn ɜ˞θ, ɔl wilz ɔɹ wɛbz ʌv ɛni wɜ˞θ, ðʌ ɡɑd ðæt meɪks ðʌ ɹuf, , ðʌ ɡɑd ðæt meɪks ðʌ ɹoʊd. |
target/0_002341.wav | 0_002341 | 0cheerful | Dealing far blows about the fight, Like thunder-bolts a-roam, Like birds about the battle-field, While Ogier writhed under his shield Like a tortoise in his dome. | 236.353806 | 57.336609 | 62.308422 | 59.060066 | 9.799297 | dilɪŋ fɑɹ bloʊz ʌbaʊt ðʌ faɪt, laɪk θʌndɜ˞-boʊlts ʌ-ɹoʊm, laɪk bɜ˞dz ʌbaʊt ðʌ bætʌl-fild, waɪl oʊɡiɜ˞ ɹɪθd ʌndɜ˞ hɪz ʃild laɪk ʌ tɔɹtʌs ɪn hɪz doʊm. |
target/0_002342.wav | 0_002342 | 3shouting | Then the great statue on the shield Looked his last look around With level and imperial eye; And Mark, the man from Italy, Fell in the sea of agony, And died without a sound. | 322.862518 | 75.806534 | 61.426464 | 56.676186 | 15.996982 | ðɛn ðʌ ɡɹeɪt stætʃu ɑn ðʌ ʃild lʊkt hɪz læst lʊk ɜ˞aʊnd wɪð lɛvʌl ʌnd ɪmpɪɹiʌl aɪ; ʌnd mɑɹk, ðʌ mæn fɹʌm ɪtʌli, fɛl ɪn ðʌ si ʌv æɡʌni, ʌnd daɪd wɪθaʊt ʌ saʊnd. |
target/0_002343.wav | 0_002343 | 0cheerful | "The blind gods roar for Rome fallen, And forum and garland gone, For the ice of the north is broken, And the sea of the north comes on. | 264.473389 | 56.872868 | 69.23027 | 59.630543 | 15.023474 | "ðʌ blaɪnd ɡɑdz ɹɔɹ fɔɹ ɹoʊm fɑlʌn, ʌnd fɔɹʌm ʌnd ɡɑɹlʌnd ɡɔn, fɔɹ ðʌ aɪs ʌv ðʌ nɔɹθ ɪz bɹoʊkʌn, ʌnd ðʌ si ʌv ðʌ nɔɹθ kʌmz ɑn. |
target/0_002344.wav | 0_002344 | 2sad | "But whatso hap at the end of the world, Where Nothing is struck and sounds, It is not, by Thor, these monkish men These humbled Wessex hounds-- | 234.135361 | 31.412926 | 51.889145 | 59.735638 | 17.012227 | "bʌt hæp æt ðʌ ɛnd ʌv ðʌ wɜ˞ld, wɛɹ nʌθɪŋ ɪz stɹʌk ʌnd saʊndz, ɪt ɪz nɑt, baɪ θɔɹ, ðiz mɛn ðiz hʌmbʌld wɛsʌks haʊndz-- |
target/0_002345.wav | 0_002345 | 0cheerful | There was that in the wild men back of him, There was that in his own wild song, A dizzy throbbing, a drunkard smoke, That dazed to death all Wessex folk, And swept their spears along. | 184.652786 | 49.597672 | 57.635868 | 59.675964 | 10.709505 | ðɛɹ wɑz ðæt ɪn ðʌ waɪld mɛn bæk ʌv hɪm, ðɛɹ wɑz ðæt ɪn hɪz oʊn waɪld sɔŋ, ʌ dɪzi θɹɑbɪŋ, ʌ dɹʌŋkɜ˞d smoʊk, ðæt deɪzd tu dɛθ ɔl wɛsʌks foʊk, ʌnd swɛpt ðɛɹ spɪɹz ʌlɔŋ. |
target/0_002346.wav | 0_002346 | 1neural | Vainly the sword of Colan And the axe of Alfred plied-- The Danes poured in like a brainless plague, And knew not when they died. | 168.185196 | 33.58305 | 64.375053 | 59.641308 | 11.099353 | veɪnli ðʌ sɔɹd ʌv koʊlʌn ʌnd ðʌ æks ʌv ælfɹʌd plaɪd-- ðʌ deɪnz pɔɹd ɪn laɪk ʌ bɹeɪnlɪs pleɪɡ, ʌnd nu nɑt wɛn ðeɪ daɪd. |
target/0_002347.wav | 0_002347 | 4whispering | Prince Colan slew a score of them, And was stricken to his knee; King Alfred slew a score and seven And was borne back on a tree. | 96.715767 | 9.047991 | 68.294685 | 59.673916 | 24.074073 | pɹɪns koʊlʌn slu ʌ skɔɹ ʌv ðɛm, ʌnd wɑz stɹɪkʌn tu hɪz ni; kɪŋ ælfɹʌd slu ʌ skɔɹ ʌnd sɛvʌn ʌnd wɑz bɔɹn bæk ɑn ʌ tɹi. |
target/0_002348.wav | 0_002348 | 2sad | The thorn-woods over Ethandune Stand sharp and thick as spears, By night and furze and forest-harms Far sundered were the friends in arms; The loud lost blows, the last alarms, Came not to Alfred's ears. | 219.786148 | 24.126858 | 56.245308 | 55.987793 | 7.473743 | ðʌ θɔɹn-wʊdz oʊvɜ˞ stænd ʃɑɹp ʌnd θɪk æz spɪɹz, baɪ naɪt ʌnd ʌnd fɔɹʌst-hɑɹmz fɑɹ wɜ˞ ðʌ fɹɛndz ɪn ɑɹmz; ðʌ laʊd lɔst bloʊz, ðʌ læst ʌlɑɹmz, keɪm nɑt tu ælfɹʌdɛs ɪɹz. |
target/0_002349.wav | 0_002349 | 3shouting | He may make, but he cannot conclude, a treaty; he may designate, but he cannot appoint, a public officer. | 381.153503 | 120.807281 | 63.790245 | 57.767853 | 13.48659 | hi meɪ meɪk, bʌt hi kænɑt kʌnklud, ʌ tɹiti; hi meɪ dɛzʌɡneɪt, bʌt hi kænɑt ʌpɔɪnt, ʌ pʌblɪk ɔfʌsɜ˞. |
target/0_002350.wav | 0_002350 | 0cheerful | The President of the United States is responsible for his actions; but the person of the King is declared inviolable by the French Charter. | 241.068375 | 61.124111 | 54.2813 | 59.528553 | 10.309278 | ðʌ pɹɛzʌdɛnt ʌv ðʌ junaɪtɪd steɪts ɪz ɹispɑnsʌbʌl fɔɹ hɪz ækʃʌnz; bʌt ðʌ pɜ˞sʌn ʌv ðʌ kɪŋ ɪz dɪklɛɹd ɪnvaɪʌlʌbʌl baɪ ðʌ fɹɛntʃ tʃɑɹtɜ˞. |
target/0_002351.wav | 0_002351 | 2sad | The fundamental principle of legislation--a principle essentially republican--is the same in both countries, although its consequences may be different, and its results more or less extensive. Whence I am led to conclude that France with its King is nearer akin to a republic than the Union with its President is to a monarchy. | 114.802589 | 15.33143 | 68.530876 | 59.836086 | 23.533951 | ðʌ fʌndʌmɛntʌl pɹɪnsʌpʌl ʌv lɛdʒʌsleɪʃʌn--ʌ pɹɪnsʌpʌl ɛsɛnʃʌli ɹɪpʌblɪkʌn--ɪz ðʌ seɪm ɪn boʊθ kʌntɹiz, ɔlðoʊ ɪts kɑnsʌkwɛnsʌz meɪ bi dɪfɜ˞ʌnt, ʌnd ɪts ɹɪzʌlts mɔɹ ɔɹ lɛs ɪkstɛnsɪv. wɛns aɪ æm lɛd tu kʌnklud ðæt fɹæns wɪð ɪts kɪŋ ɪz nɪɹɜ˞ ʌkɪn tu ʌ ɹipʌblʌk ðæn ðʌ junjʌn wɪð ɪts pɹɛzʌdɛnt ɪz tu ʌ mɑnɑɹki. |
target/0_002352.wav | 0_002352 | 3shouting | Why The President Of The United States Does Not Require The Majority Of The Two Houses In Order To Carry On The Government It is an established axiom in Europe that a constitutional King cannot persevere in a system of government which is opposed by the two other branches of the legislature. | 351.56369 | 76.715904 | 49.365017 | 58.135853 | 26.4653 | waɪ ðʌ pɹɛzʌdɛnt ʌv ðʌ junaɪtɪd steɪts dʌz nɑt ɹikwaɪɜ˞ ðʌ mʌdʒɔɹʌti ʌv ðʌ tu haʊsʌz ɪn ɔɹdɜ˞ tu kæɹi ɑn ðʌ ɡʌvɜ˞mʌnt ɪt ɪz æn ɪstæblɪʃt æksiʌm ɪn jʊɹʌp ðæt ʌ kɑnstʌtuʃʌnʌl kɪŋ kænɑt pɜ˞sʌvɪɹ ɪn ʌ sɪstʌm ʌv ɡʌvɜ˞mʌnt wɪtʃ ɪz ʌpoʊzd baɪ ðʌ tu ʌðɜ˞ bɹæntʃʌz ʌv ðʌ lɛdʒʌsleɪtʃɜ˞. |
target/0_002353.wav | 0_002353 | 1neural | In Europe, harmony must reign between the Crown and the other branches of the legislature, because a collision between them may prove serious; in America, this harmony is not indispensable, because such a collision is impossible. | 196.395432 | 31.261705 | 66.44577 | 59.508808 | 24.938767 | ɪn jʊɹʌp, hɑɹmʌni mʌst ɹeɪn bɪtwin ðʌ kɹaʊn ʌnd ðʌ ʌðɜ˞ bɹæntʃʌz ʌv ðʌ lɛdʒʌsleɪtʃɜ˞, bɪkɔz ʌ kʌlɪʒʌn bɪtwin ðɛm meɪ pɹuv sɪɹiʌs; ɪn ʌmɛɹʌkʌ, ðɪs hɑɹmʌni ɪz nɑt ɪndɪspɛnsʌbʌl, bɪkɔz sʌtʃ ʌ kʌlɪʒʌn ɪz ɪmpɑsʌbʌl. |
target/0_002354.wav | 0_002354 | 0cheerful | Election Of The President | 184.436539 | 72.545113 | 71.34124 | 59.660984 | 15.31419 | ɪlɛkʃʌn ʌv ðʌ pɹɛzʌdɛnt |
target/0_002355.wav | 0_002355 | 1neural | It is clear that the greater the privileges of the executive authority are, the greater is the temptation; the more the ambition of the candidates is excited, the more warmly are their interests espoused by a throng of partisans who hope to share the power when their patron has won the prize. | 179.497406 | 28.696138 | 65.056129 | 59.762398 | 24.753868 | ɪt ɪz klɪɹ ðæt ðʌ ɡɹeɪtɜ˞ ðʌ pɹɪvlʌdʒʌz ʌv ðʌ ɪɡzɛkjʌtɪv ʌθɔɹʌti ɑɹ, ðʌ ɡɹeɪtɜ˞ ɪz ðʌ tɛmteɪʃʌn; ðʌ mɔɹ ðʌ æmbɪʃʌn ʌv ðʌ kændʌdeɪts ɪz ɪksaɪtʌd, ðʌ mɔɹ wɔɹmli ɑɹ ðɛɹ ɪntɹʌsts ɪspaʊzd baɪ ʌ θɹɔŋ ʌv pɑɹtʌzʌnz hu hoʊp tu ʃɛɹ ðʌ paʊɜ˞ wɛn ðɛɹ peɪtɹʌn hæz wʌn ðʌ pɹaɪz. |
target/0_002356.wav | 0_002356 | 4whispering | To reduce hereditary royalty to the condition of an elective authority, the only means that I am acquainted with are to circumscribe its sphere of action beforehand, gradually to diminish its prerogatives, and to accustom the people to live without its protection. | 195.76265 | 31.679859 | 61.61533 | 59.536034 | 16.035634 | tu ɹʌdus hɜ˞ɛdʌtɛɹi ɹɔɪʌlti tu ðʌ kʌndɪʃʌn ʌv æn ɪlɛktɪv ʌθɔɹʌti, ðʌ oʊnli minz ðæt aɪ æm ʌkweɪntɪd wɪð ɑɹ tu sɜ˞kʌmskɹaɪb ɪts sfɪɹ ʌv ækʃʌn bɪfɔɹhænd, ɡɹædʒuʌli tu dɪmɪnɪʃ ɪts pɹɪɹɑɡʌtɪvz, ʌnd tu ʌkʌstʌm ðʌ pipʌl tu laɪv wɪθaʊt ɪts pɹʌtɛkʃʌn. |
target/0_002357.wav | 0_002357 | 3shouting | In America the President exercises a certain influence on State affairs, but he does not conduct them; the preponderating power is vested in the representatives of the whole nation. | 191.215973 | 55.602383 | 58.062672 | 59.794544 | 14.674612 | ɪn ʌmɛɹʌkʌ ðʌ pɹɛzʌdɛnt ɛksɜ˞saɪzʌz ʌ sɜ˞tʌn ɪnfluʌns ɑn steɪt ʌfɛɹz, bʌt hi dʌz nɑt kɑndʌkt ðɛm; ðʌ paʊɜ˞ ɪz vɛstɪd ɪn ðʌ ɹɛpɹʌzɛntʌtɪvz ʌv ðʌ hoʊl neɪʃʌn. |
target/0_002358.wav | 0_002358 | 3shouting | The political maxims of the country depend therefore on the mass of the people, not on the President alone; and consequently in America the elective system has no very prejudicial influence on the fixed principles of the Government. | 378.333527 | 117.113075 | 52.907368 | 47.14489 | 10.870042 | ðʌ pʌlɪtʌkʌl mæksʌmz ʌv ðʌ kʌntɹi dɪpɛnd ðɛɹfɔɹ ɑn ðʌ mæs ʌv ðʌ pipʌl, nɑt ɑn ðʌ pɹɛzʌdɛnt ʌloʊn; ʌnd kɑnsʌkwʌntli ɪn ʌmɛɹʌkʌ ðʌ ɪlɛktɪv sɪstʌm hæz noʊ vɛɹi pɹɛdʒʌdɪʃʌl ɪnfluʌns ɑn ðʌ fɪkst pɹɪnsʌpʌlz ʌv ðʌ ɡʌvɜ˞mʌnt. |
target/0_002359.wav | 0_002359 | 2sad | In America society is so constituted that it can stand without assistance upon its own basis; nothing is to be feared from the pressure of external dangers, and the election of the President is a cause of agitation, but not of ruin. | 183.814407 | 30.366301 | 64.087898 | 56.151459 | 9.459424 | ɪn ʌmɛɹʌkʌ sʌsaɪʌti ɪz soʊ kɑnstʌtutʌd ðæt ɪt kæn stænd wɪθaʊt ʌsɪstʌns ʌpɑn ɪts oʊn beɪsʌs; nʌθɪŋ ɪz tu bi fɪɹd fɹʌm ðʌ pɹɛʃɜ˞ ʌv ɪkstɜ˞nʌl deɪndʒɜ˞z, ʌnd ðʌ ɪlɛkʃʌn ʌv ðʌ pɹɛzʌdɛnt ɪz ʌ kɑz ʌv ædʒʌteɪʃʌn, bʌt nɑt ʌv ɹuʌn. |
target/0_002360.wav | 0_002360 | 0cheerful | The nation possessed two of the main causes of internal peace; it was a new country, but it was inhabited by a people grown old in the exercise of freedom. | 194.047531 | 57.4743 | 64.254875 | 59.832954 | 17.630855 | ðʌ neɪʃʌn pʌzɛst tu ʌv ðʌ meɪn kɑzʌz ʌv ɪntɜ˞nʌl pis; ɪt wɑz ʌ nu kʌntɹi, bʌt ɪt wɑz ɪnhæbʌtʌd baɪ ʌ pipʌl ɡɹoʊn oʊld ɪn ðʌ ɛksɜ˞saɪz ʌv fɹidʌm. |
target/0_002361.wav | 0_002361 | 0cheerful | This mode of election rendered a majority more probable; for the fewer the electors are, the greater is the chance of their coming to a final decision. | 190.410965 | 57.344444 | 68.9058 | 59.822346 | 25.660552 | ðɪs moʊd ʌv ɪlɛkʃʌn ɹɛndɜ˞d ʌ mʌdʒɔɹʌti mɔɹ pɹɑbʌbʌl; fɔɹ ðʌ fjuɜ˞ ðʌ ɪlɛktɜ˞z ɑɹ, ðʌ ɡɹeɪtɜ˞ ɪz ðʌ tʃæns ʌv ðɛɹ kʌmɪŋ tu ʌ faɪnʌl dɪsɪʒʌn. |
target/0_002362.wav | 0_002362 | 0cheerful | Ten of these elections took place simultaneously by the votes of the special electors in the different States. | 239.266205 | 66.213905 | 68.647102 | 58.132 | 15.895062 | tɛn ʌv ðiz ɪlɛkʃʌnz tʊk pleɪs saɪmʌlteɪniʌsli baɪ ðʌ voʊts ʌv ðʌ spɛʃʌl ɪlɛktɜ˞z ɪn ðʌ dɪfɜ˞ʌnt steɪts. |
target/0_002363.wav | 0_002363 | 2sad | The House of Representatives has only twice exercised its conditional privilege of deciding in cases of uncertainty; the first time was at the election of Mr. Jefferson in 1801; the second was in 1825, when Mr. Quincy Adams was named. | 124.481544 | 15.11074 | 63.364365 | 59.873863 | 14.002187 | ðʌ haʊs ʌv ɹɛpɹʌzɛntʌtɪvz hæz oʊnli twaɪs ɛksɜ˞saɪzd ɪts kʌndɪʃʌnʌl pɹɪvlʌdʒ ʌv dɪsaɪdɪŋ ɪn keɪsʌz ʌv ʌnsɜ˞tʌnti; ðʌ fɜ˞st taɪm wɑz æt ðʌ ɪlɛkʃʌn ʌv mɪstɜ˞ dʒɛfɜ˞sʌn ɪn ; ðʌ sɛkʌnd wɑz ɪn , wɛn mɪstɜ˞ kwɪnsi ædʌmz wɑz neɪmd. |
target/0_002364.wav | 0_002364 | 3shouting | The Election may be considered as a national crisis--Why?--Passions of the people--Anxiety of the President--Calm which succeeds the agitation of the election. | 174.488907 | 47.960693 | 64.978127 | 59.844048 | 15.724027 | ðʌ ɪlɛkʃʌn meɪ bi kʌnsɪdɜ˞d æz ʌ næʃʌnʌl kɹaɪsʌs--waɪ?--pæʃʌnz ʌv ðʌ pipʌl--æŋzaɪʌti ʌv ðʌ pɹɛzʌdɛnt--kɑm wɪtʃ sʌksidz ðʌ ædʒʌteɪʃʌn ʌv ðʌ ɪlɛkʃʌn. |
target/0_002365.wav | 0_002365 | 4whispering | She felt instinctively that this was wrong and mean, and whenever the feeling of remorse was strong within her she made a desperate effort to please her grim and difficult relative. | 154.35318 | 23.722572 | 65.195038 | 59.004211 | 11.111111 | ʃi fɛlt ɪnstɪŋktɪvli ðæt ðɪs wɑz ɹɔŋ ʌnd min, ʌnd wɛnɛvɜ˞ ðʌ filɪŋ ʌv ɹɪmɔɹs wɑz stɹɔŋ wɪðɪn hɜ˞ ʃi meɪd ʌ dɛspɹɪt ɛfɜ˞t tu pliz hɜ˞ ɡɹɪm ʌnd dɪfʌkʌlt ɹɛlʌtɪv. |
target/0_002366.wav | 0_002366 | 4whispering | The searching look of the eyes, the sharp voice, the hard knotty fingers, the thin straight lips, the long silences, the "front-piece" that didn't match her hair, the very obvious "parting" that seemed sewed in with linen thread on black net,--there was not a single item that appealed to Rebecca. | 166.24176 | 28.525345 | 66.562485 | 55.550625 | 10.234966 | ðʌ sɜ˞tʃɪŋ lʊk ʌv ðʌ aɪz, ðʌ ʃɑɹp vɔɪs, ðʌ hɑɹd nɑti fɪŋɡɜ˞z, ðʌ θɪn stɹeɪt lɪps, ðʌ lɔŋ saɪlʌnsɪz, ðʌ "fɹʌnt-pis" ðæt dɪdʌnt mætʃ hɜ˞ hɛɹ, ðʌ vɛɹi ɑbviʌs "pɑɹtɪŋ" ðæt simd soʊd ɪn wɪð lɪnʌn θɹɛd ɑn blæk nɛt,--ðɛɹ wɑz nɑt ʌ sɪŋɡʌl aɪtʌm ðæt ʌpild tu ɹʌbɛkʌ. |
target/0_002367.wav | 0_002367 | 0cheerful | "I know. | 236.768524 | 56.991798 | 67.55246 | 59.515232 | 7.771706 | "aɪ noʊ. |
target/0_002368.wav | 0_002368 | 4whispering | But Mr. Watson says he'll take back part of it, and let us have pink and blue for the same price." | 174.100601 | 27.872662 | 69.639885 | 59.43858 | 22.461171 | bʌt mɪstɜ˞ wɑtsʌn sɛz hil teɪk bæk pɑɹt ʌv ɪt, ʌnd lɛt ʌs hæv pɪŋk ʌnd blu fɔɹ ðʌ seɪm pɹaɪs." |
target/0_002369.wav | 0_002369 | 0cheerful | "What princes? | 236.343887 | 72.829384 | 71.904846 | 59.586807 | 7.267645 | "wʌt pɹɪnsʌz? |
target/0_002370.wav | 0_002370 | 3shouting | RIVERBORO SECRETS | 204.327087 | 86.368103 | 70.108208 | 59.336494 | 5.097571 | sikɹʌts |
target/0_002371.wav | 0_002371 | 4whispering | First they had it I wanted to marry the minister, and when he took a wife in Standish I was known to be disappointed. | 207.936111 | 32.096035 | 69.748352 | 58.441402 | 16.780046 | fɜ˞st ðeɪ hæd ɪt aɪ wɔntɪd tu mɛɹi ðʌ mɪnʌstɜ˞, ʌnd wɛn hi tʊk ʌ waɪf ɪn stændɪʃ aɪ wɑz noʊn tu bi dɪsʌpɔɪntɪd. |
target/0_002372.wav | 0_002372 | 1neural | Let me wipe off that strawberry jam over your mouth." | 184.770889 | 39.722744 | 70.110985 | 58.789036 | 22.50933 | lɛt mi waɪp ɔf ðæt stɹɔbɛɹi dʒæm oʊvɜ˞ jɔɹ maʊθ." |
target/0_002373.wav | 0_002373 | 3shouting | "I'll take that piece of coral away from you, and I THINK I shall slap you besides!" | 277.197174 | 70.560791 | 58.861408 | 58.807381 | 10.185185 | "aɪl teɪk ðæt pis ʌv kɔɹʌl ʌweɪ fɹʌm ju, ʌnd aɪ θɪŋk aɪ ʃæl slæp ju bɪsaɪdz!" |
target/0_002374.wav | 0_002374 | 2sad | "You wouldn't darst," retorted Minnie. | 152.408524 | 20.346296 | 67.235474 | 59.514084 | 9.926678 | "ju wʊdʌnt dɑɹst," ɹitɔɹtɪd mɪni. |
target/0_002375.wav | 0_002375 | 4whispering | "If you do, I'll tell my mother and the teacher, so there!" | 106.152748 | 15.897655 | 68.101669 | 59.633339 | 19.629629 | "ɪf ju du, aɪl tɛl maɪ mʌðɜ˞ ʌnd ðʌ titʃɜ˞, soʊ ðɛɹ!" |
target/0_002376.wav | 0_002376 | 4whispering | "She THREATENED me," whispered Minnie, "but I never believe a word she says." | 98.568153 | 16.192133 | 66.553665 | 59.472664 | 14.593698 | "ʃi θɹɛtʌnd mi," wɪspɜ˞d mɪni, "bʌt aɪ nɛvɜ˞ bɪliv ʌ wɜ˞d ʃi sɛz." |
target/0_002377.wav | 0_002377 | 3shouting | This was the note:-- | 262.230804 | 57.704285 | 71.220413 | 59.829723 | 12.549019 | ðɪs wɑz ðʌ noʊt:-- |
target/0_002378.wav | 0_002378 | 3shouting | R. Randall. | 451.443115 | 105.83213 | 69.212257 | 56.651035 | 7.501172 | ɑɹ ɹændʌl. |
target/0_002379.wav | 0_002379 | 4whispering | The effect of this piece of doggerel was entirely convincing, and for days afterwards whenever Minnie met the Simpsons even a mile from the brick house she shuddered and held her peace. | 179.689285 | 21.128315 | 59.954784 | 59.336967 | 23.477416 | ðʌ ɪfɛkt ʌv ðɪs pis ʌv dɑɡɜ˞ʌl wɑz ɪntaɪɜ˞li kʌnvɪnsɪŋ, ʌnd fɔɹ deɪz æftɜ˞wɜ˞dz wɛnɛvɜ˞ mɪni mɛt ðʌ sɪmpsʌnz ivɪn ʌ maɪl fɹʌm ðʌ bɹɪk haʊs ʃi ʃʌdɜ˞d ʌnd hɛld hɜ˞ pis. |
target/0_002380.wav | 0_002380 | 1neural | The morrow brought a very sober-looking morning, the sun making only a few efforts to appear, and Catherine augured from it everything most favourable to her wishes. | 208.602951 | 35.321014 | 68.588173 | 59.098213 | 14.329966 | ðʌ mɑɹoʊ bɹɔt ʌ vɛɹi soʊbɜ˞-lʊkɪŋ mɔɹnɪŋ, ðʌ sʌn meɪkɪŋ oʊnli ʌ fju ɛfɜ˞ts tu ʌpɪɹ, ʌnd kæθɜ˞ʌn fɹʌm ɪt ɛvɹiθɪŋ moʊst tu hɜ˞ wɪʃɪz. |
target/0_002381.wav | 0_002381 | 1neural | She applied to Mr. Allen for confirmation of her hopes, but Mr. Allen, not having his own skies and barometer about him, declined giving any absolute promise of sunshine. She applied to Mrs. Allen, and Mrs. Allen's opinion was more positive. "She had no doubt in the world of its being a very fine day, if the clouds would only go off, and the sun keep out." | 181.512817 | 36.076019 | 66.508415 | 59.634422 | 24.84832 | ʃi ʌplaɪd tu mɪstɜ˞ ælʌn fɔɹ kɑnfɜ˞meɪʃʌn ʌv hɜ˞ hoʊps, bʌt mɪstɜ˞ ælʌn, nɑt hævɪŋ hɪz oʊn skaɪz ʌnd bɜ˞ɑmɪtɜ˞ ʌbaʊt hɪm, dɪklaɪnd ɡɪvɪŋ ɛni æbsʌlut pɹɑmʌs ʌv sʌnʃaɪn. ʃi ʌplaɪd tu mɪsɪz ælʌn, ʌnd mɪsɪz ælʌnz ʌpɪnjʌn wɑz mɔɹ pɑzʌtɪv. "ʃi hæd noʊ daʊt ɪn ðʌ wɜ˞ld ʌv ɪts biɪŋ ʌ vɛɹi faɪn deɪ, ɪf ðʌ klaʊdz wʊd oʊnli ɡoʊ ɔf, ʌnd ðʌ sʌn kip aʊt." |
target/0_002382.wav | 0_002382 | 4whispering | dear, I do believe it will be wet," broke from her in a most desponding tone. | 93.413429 | 11.072058 | 66.578156 | 59.635223 | 19.854906 | dɪɹ, aɪ du bɪliv ɪt wɪl bi wɛt," bɹoʊk fɹʌm hɜ˞ ɪn ʌ moʊst toʊn. |
target/0_002383.wav | 0_002383 | 2sad | "No walk for me today," sighed Catherine; "but perhaps it may come to nothing, or it may hold up before twelve." | 196.4021 | 29.373718 | 43.644238 | 59.459576 | 13.756614 | "noʊ wɔk fɔɹ mi tʌdeɪ," saɪd kæθɜ˞ʌn; "bʌt pɜ˞hæps ɪt meɪ kʌm tu nʌθɪŋ, ɔɹ ɪt meɪ hoʊld ʌp bɪfɔɹ twɛlv." |
target/0_002384.wav | 0_002384 | 2sad | "Perhaps it may, but then, my dear, it will be so dirty." | 114.245659 | 15.655314 | 67.710533 | 59.79546 | 17.558299 | "pɜ˞hæps ɪt meɪ, bʌt ðɛn, maɪ dɪɹ, ɪt wɪl bi soʊ dɜ˞ti." |
target/0_002385.wav | 0_002385 | 4whispering | "Oh! | 190.961884 | 27.748741 | 67.842369 | 57.144543 | 19.753086 | "oʊ! |
target/0_002386.wav | 0_002386 | 0cheerful | That will not signify; I never mind dirt." | 257.876099 | 48.457981 | 69.969444 | 59.753948 | 18.201059 | ðæt wɪl nɑt sɪɡnʌfaɪ; aɪ nɛvɜ˞ maɪnd dɜ˞t." |
target/0_002387.wav | 0_002387 | 1neural | "No," replied her friend very placidly, "I know you never mind dirt." | 208.541367 | 46.254227 | 71.448753 | 58.319759 | 15.726496 | "noʊ," ɹɪplaɪd hɜ˞ fɹɛnd vɛɹi plæsɪdli, "aɪ noʊ ju nɛvɜ˞ maɪnd dɜ˞t." |
target/0_002388.wav | 0_002388 | 0cheerful | "So it does indeed. | 177.000229 | 86.060722 | 69.50708 | 59.206345 | 8.080808 | "soʊ ɪt dʌz ɪndid. |
target/0_002389.wav | 0_002389 | 2sad | If it keeps raining, the streets will be very wet." | 185.502335 | 34.091614 | 67.099014 | 53.235344 | 8.185963 | ɪf ɪt kips ɹeɪnɪŋ, ðʌ stɹits wɪl bi vɛɹi wɛt." |
target/0_002390.wav | 0_002390 | 2sad | "There are four umbrellas up already. | 151.180527 | 23.406151 | 69.109619 | 59.447456 | 7.204067 | "ðɛɹ ɑɹ fɔɹ ʌmbɹɛlʌz ʌp ɔlɹɛdi. |
target/0_002391.wav | 0_002391 | 0cheerful | I would much rather take a chair at any time." | 197.380066 | 46.548798 | 64.670433 | 59.35339 | 10.358326 | aɪ wʊd mʌtʃ ɹæðɜ˞ teɪk ʌ tʃɛɹ æt ɛni taɪm." |
target/0_002392.wav | 0_002392 | 3shouting | "It was such a nice-looking morning! | 312.442383 | 85.244987 | 55.422844 | 59.0546 | 8.929477 | "ɪt wɑz sʌtʃ ʌ naɪs-lʊkɪŋ mɔɹnɪŋ! |
target/0_002393.wav | 0_002393 | 0cheerful | "Anybody would have thought so indeed. | 212.651184 | 53.320393 | 68.964684 | 59.83905 | 11.000222 | "ɛnibʌdi wʊd hæv θɔt soʊ ɪndid. |
target/0_002394.wav | 0_002394 | 0cheerful | I hope Mr. Allen will put on his greatcoat when he goes, but I dare say he will not, for he had rather do anything in the world than walk out in a greatcoat; I wonder he should dislike it, it must be so comfortable." | 227.93988 | 48.50943 | 62.383194 | 59.805813 | 24.552101 | aɪ hoʊp mɪstɜ˞ ælʌn wɪl pʊt ɑn hɪz wɛn hi ɡoʊz, bʌt aɪ dɛɹ seɪ hi wɪl nɑt, fɔɹ hi hæd ɹæðɜ˞ du ɛniθɪŋ ɪn ðʌ wɜ˞ld ðæn wɔk aʊt ɪn ʌ ; aɪ wʌndɜ˞ hi ʃʊd dɪslaɪk ɪt, ɪt mʌst bi soʊ kʌmfɜ˞tʌbʌl." |
target/0_002395.wav | 0_002395 | 3shouting | Catherine went every five minutes to the clock, threatening on each return that, if it still kept on raining another five minutes, she would give up the matter as hopeless. | 277.329468 | 76.891449 | 57.482361 | 56.545055 | 9.83313 | kæθɜ˞ʌn wɛnt ɛvɜ˞i faɪv mɪnʌts tu ðʌ klɑk, θɹɛtʌnɪŋ ɑn itʃ ɹɪtɜ˞n ðæt, ɪf ɪt stɪl kɛpt ɑn ɹeɪnɪŋ ʌnʌðɜ˞ faɪv mɪnʌts, ʃi wʊd ɡɪv ʌp ðʌ mætɜ˞ æz hoʊplʌs. |
target/0_002396.wav | 0_002396 | 0cheerful | The clock struck twelve, and it still rained. | 234.117996 | 56.464176 | 65.619461 | 58.03233 | 10.553019 | ðʌ klɑk stɹʌk twɛlv, ʌnd ɪt stɪl ɹeɪnd. |
target/0_002397.wav | 0_002397 | 0cheerful | "You will not be able to go, my dear." | 157.952026 | 34.839603 | 68.452377 | 55.323597 | 10.723104 | "ju wɪl nɑt bi eɪbʌl tu ɡoʊ, maɪ dɪɹ." |
target/0_002398.wav | 0_002398 | 0cheerful | "I do not quite despair yet. | 221.387573 | 69.229858 | 67.091019 | 59.719013 | 15.802469 | "aɪ du nɑt kwaɪt dɪspɛɹ jɛt. |
target/0_002399.wav | 0_002399 | 0cheerful | I shall not give it up till a quarter after twelve. | 155.308548 | 58.094559 | 67.424927 | 59.051128 | 15.387764 | aɪ ʃæl nɑt ɡɪv ɪt ʌp tɪl ʌ kwɔɹtɜ˞ æftɜ˞ twɛlv. |
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