Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. O, though no gift, no “prevalence of prayer,”Nor lovers' paleness deep as violet,Nor husband, smit with a Pierian fair,Move you, have pity yet!O harder e'en than toughest heart of oak,Deafer than uncharm'd snake to suppliant moans!This side, I warn you, will not always brookRain-water and cold stones.Come, Mercury, by whose minstrel spellAmphion raised the Theban stones,Come, with thy seven sweet strings, my shell,Thy “diverse tones,”