Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Young men's homes your daughter storms,Like Thyiad, madden'd by the cymbals' beat:Nothus' love her bosom warms:She gambols like a fawn with silver feet.Yours should be the wool that growsBy fair Luceria, not the merry lute:Flowers beseem not wither'd brows,.Nor wither'd lips with emptied wine-jars suit.