Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Sure as December's Nones appear,All o'er the grass the cattle play;The village, with the lazy steer,Keeps holyday.Wolves rove among the fearless sheep;The woods for thee their foliage strow;The delver loves on earth to leap,His ancient foe.What the time from InachusTo Codrus, who in patriot battle fell,Who were sprung from Aeacus,And how men fought at Ilion,—this you tell.