Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Enough of snow and hail at lastThe sire has sent in vengeance down:His bolts, at his own temple cast,Appall'd the town,Appall'd the lands, lest Pyrrha's timeReturn, with all its monstrous sights,When Proteus led his flocks to climbThe flatten'd heights,When fish were in the elm-tops caught,Where once the stock-dove wont to bide,And does were floating, all distraught,Adown the tide.