Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Battening on pastures rich and large,Shall quit my vow.Like moon just dawning on the nightThe crescent honours of his head;One dapple spot of snowy white,The rest all red.He whom thou, Melpomene,Hast welcomed with thy smile, in life arriving,Ne'er by boxer's skill shall beRenown'd abroad, for Isthmian mastery striving;Him shall never fiery steedDraw in Achaean car a conqueror seated;Him shall never martial deedShow, crown'd with bay, after proud kings defeated,