Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Should aught but death the prisoner's chainUnrivet. “I have seen,” he said,“Rome's eagle in a Punic fane,And armour, ne'er a blood-drop shed,Stripp'd from the soldier; I have seenFree sons of Rome with arms fast tied;The fields we spoil'd with corn are green,And Carthage opes her portals wide.