Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. The white has left your teethAnd settled on your brow.Your Coan silks, your jewels bright as stars,Ah no! they bring not back the days of old,In public calendarsBy flying Time enroll'd.Where now that beauty? where those movements? whereThat colour? what of her, of her is left,Who, breathing Love's own air,Me of myself bereft,Who reign'd in Cinara's stead, a fair, fair face,Queen of sweet arts? but Fate to Cinara gaveA life of little space;And now she cheats the grave