Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. The daily burden of unending song,And search for wreaths the olive's rifled bower:The praise of Juno sounds from many a tongue,Telling of Argos' steeds, Mycenae's gold.For me stern Sparta forges no such spell,No, nor Larissa's plain of richest mould,As bright Albunea echoing from her cell.O headlong Anio! O Tiburnian groves,