Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. An evil age erewhile debasedThe marriage-bed, the race, the home;Thence rose the flood whose waters wasteThe nation and the name of Rome.Not such their birth, who stain'd for usThe sea with Punic carnage red,Smote Pyrrhus, smote Antiochus,And Hannibal, the Roman's dread.