Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Cold skies, keen perils, brace his life.Methinks I see from rampired townSome battling tyrant's matron wife,Some maiden, look in terror down,—“Ah, my dear lord, untrain'd in war!O tempt not the infuriate moodOf that fell lion I see! from farHe plunges through a tide of blood!“