Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. The mother dreads you for her son,The thrifty sire, the new-wed bride,Lest, lured by you, her precious oneShould leave her side.The rain, it rains not every dayOn the soak'd meads; the Caspian mainNot always feels the unequal swayOf storms, nor on Armenia's plain,