Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. 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.Old Tiber, hurl'd in tumult backFrom mingling with the Etruscan main,Has threaten'd Numa's court with wrackAnd Vesta's fane.