Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Bandusia's fount, in clearness crystalline,O worthy of the wine, the flowers we vow!Tomorrow shall be thineA kid, whose crescent browIs sprouting all for love and victory.In vain: his warm red blood, so early stirr'd.Thy gelid stream shall dye,Child of the wanton herd.Thee the fierce Sirian star, to madness fired,Forbears to touch: sweet cool thy waters yieldTo ox with ploughing tired,And lazy sheep afield.