Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Each in its hour, prefer their claim.Sweet too the laugh, whose feign'd alarmThe hiding-place of beauty tells,The token, ravish'd from the armOr finger, that but ill rebels.Grandson of Atlas, wise of tongue,O Mercury, whose wit could tameMan's savage youth by power of songAnd plastic game!Thee sing I, herald of the sky,Who gav'st the lyre its music sweet,Hiding whate'er might please thine eye