<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396167" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Day Of The Destruction Of Jerusalem By Titus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome, <br>I beheld thee, oh Sion! when render'd to Rome: <br>'Twas thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall <br>Flash'd back on the last glance I gave to thy wall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look'd for thy temple, I look'd for my home, <br>And forgot for a moment my bondage to come; <br>I beheld but the death-fire that fed on thy fane, <br>And the fast-fetter'd hands that made vengeance in vain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh many an eve, the high spot whence I gazed <br>Had reflected the last beam of day as it blazed; <br>While I stood on the height, and beheld the decline <br>Of the rays from the mountain that shone on thy shrine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now on that mountain I stood on that day, <br>But I mark'd not the twilight beam melting away; <br>Oh! would that the lightning had glared in its stead, <br>And the thunderbolt burst on the conqueror's head! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the gods of the Pagan shall never profane <br>The shrine where Jehovah disdain'd not to reign; <br>And scatter'd and scorn'd as thy people may be, <br>Our worship, oh Father! is only for thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396167" data-title="On The Day Of The Destruction Of Jerusalem By Titus de Byron" data-description="From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome, I beheld thee, oh Sion! when render'd to Rome: 'Twas thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall Flash'd back on the last glance I gave to thy wall. I look'd for thy temple, I look'd..."></div> </div> </div>

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