old blackout poetry

found some fascinating blackout poetry in a book at a secondhand store- by Jane Austen, called "Lady Susan". here it is! 

{I have prevented attentions to fear. An opportunity to see Church would give me pain.

You Fixed nothing. The foretold pleasing apprehension.

Remember, heavan! But be discreet in mind. No Attentions avoided, the world there would call it unkind.

The greatest reward to my violent thought, less, but rather romantic. Jealous of your kind action, resentment in no scarce day.

But, I hope for all his faults to be so intimate. In my way, I am.}

hope u enjoyed!! cool right? 

there's more that ill upload later :)