Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. While to your burning lips she bends her neck,Or with kind cruelty denies the dueShe means you not to beg for, but to take,Or snatches it from you?Black day he chose for planting thee,Accurst he rear'd thee from the ground,The bane of children yet to be,The scandal of the village round.