Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. His father's throat the monster press'dBeside, and on his hearthstone spilt,I ween, the blood of midnight guest;Black Colchian drugs, whate'er of guiltIs hatch'd on earth, he dealt in all—Who planted in my rural steadThee, fatal wood, thee, sure to fallUpon thy blameless master's head.