Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Let foemen's wives and children feelThe gathering south-wind's angry roar,The black wave's crash, the thunder-peal,The quivering shore.So to the bull Europa gaveHer beauteous form, and when she sawThe monstrous deep, the yawning grave,Grew pale with awe.That morn of meadow-flowers she thought,Weaving a crown the nymphs to please:That gloomy night she look'd on noughtBut stars and seas.