Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Farewell!—and wheresoe'er you go,My Galatea, think of me:Let lefthand pie and roving crowStill leave you free.But mark with what a front of fearOrion lowers. Ah! well I knowHow Hadria glooms, how falsely clearThe west-winds blow.Let foemen's wives and children feelThe gathering south-wind's angry roar,The black wave's crash, the thunder-peal,The quivering shore.