Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Him, as the stag forgets to graze for fright,Seeing the wolf at distance in the glade,And flies, high panting, you shall fly, despiteBoasts to your leman made.What though Achilles' wrathful fleet postponeThe day of doom to Troy and Troy's proud dames,Her towers shall fall, the number'd winters flown,Wrapp'd in Achaenan flames.”