Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Else added to the insatiate main.Then through the wild Aegean roarThe breezes and the Brethren TwainShall waft my little boat ashore.And now 'tis done: more durable than brassMy monument shall be, and raise its headO'er royal pyramids: it shall not dreadCorroding rain or angry Boreas,Nor the long lapse of immemorial time.I shall not wholly die: large residueShall 'scape the queen of funerals. Ever newMy after fame shall grow, while pontiffs climb