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'Defiant DevelopmentвЂ™s newest project feels like playing a customizable card game, Dungeons & Dragons, and Batman: Arkham Asylum all at the same time if that idea doesnвЂ™t excite you, then I have no idea what will.' Gaming Union 9/10 Deckbuilding Comes to Life In hand Of Fate!ДЄn infinitely replayable series of quests - earn new cards, build your deck, then try to defeat it!Д«eyond the thirteen gates at the end of the world, the game of life and death is played. 'Whether you are a CCG veteran or not, you need to play this gameвЂ¦right now!' - Godisageek 9/10 'If you are a fan of either old school adventure books, Gauntlet from its glory days, collectible card games, Rogue or just general fantasy, this game is for you' - Gamestyle 9/10 'Words fail me at describing just how seamlessly Defiant Development managed to blend the tailored experience aspect of deck building games with the hack-and-slash excitement of action-RPGs.' - The Escapist Life is, nothing more: and the world is mud.Д§.About This Game Add Hand of Fate 2 to your wishlist in order to keep up to date on announcements and release details! If your holiday, like mine, is slow to arrive. IвЂ™ll say nothing, more: let it not grieve you Turn, in thought, to their accustomed toil. When the other lights are quenched, all round, This remembrance of things past, even if itД¬arrying her sheaf of grass: in her fingers

When hope has such a long journey to run, Oh how sweetly it hurts, when we are young, To record my sadness and tell it, year by year. Troubled was my life, and is, and does not change, With all those tears that welled in my eyes, so Trembling, thatвЂ™s how your face seemed to me, I climbed this hill to gaze at you again,ДЄnd you hung there, over that wood, as now,Д¬larifying all things.

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How almost a year since, full of anguish, Pressed tight to my sheets: and, deep in the night, How, once it had passed, I lay, in sadness,

Rests entirely, and we speak of them no more. Terrible days of green youth! Ah, on the roadДЄnd scarcely leaves a trace. With how deep a wound youвЂ™ve hurt my heart.ДЇrom pleasure, remember in dream, perhaps, Troubles you: you still donвЂ™t know, or guess The paths are still, and the night lights The night is sweet and clear, without a breeze, With this voice, and I remember the eternalДЄnd the dead seasons, and the living present, When I hear the wind, blowing among these leaves, Quiet, where the heart barely fails to terrify. In thought, I create interminable spaces, It was always dear to me, this solitary hill,ДЄnd this hedgerow here, that closes off my view, Towards deathвЂ™s coldness and the silent grave. Your years flower, or feel your heart moved, You died, my tenderest one, and did not see This side the mountains, that side the far-off sea.ДЄttacked, and conquered, by secret disease, The vague future, arriving alive in your mind.ДЄnd from the balcony of my fatherвЂ™s house Palinode To Marchese Gino Capponi (XXXII) For The Marriage of His Sister Paolina (IV) On the Proposed Dante Monument in Florence (II) To Spring (or Of The Ancient Myths) (VII) Night-Song Of A Wandering Shepherd of Asia (XXIII) The original published position of each poem is given in Roman numerals in the brackets following the poemвЂ™s title. These categories are not exact, as Leopardi frequently blends elements together in the one poem, but they may help the reader, as they helped me, to adjust to his variations in style. I have taken the liberty of re-arranging them into four groups, Personal (Poems 1-11), Philosophical (12-24), вЂRomanticвЂ™ (25-34), and Political (35-41). The poems of the Canti below are complete but not in their originally published order. This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose.