Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Me to your springs, your dances true,Philippi bore not to the ground,Nor the doom'd tree in falling slew,Nor billowy Palinurus drown'd.Grant me your presence, blithe and fainMad Bosporus shall my bark explore;My foot shall tread the sandy plainThat glows beside Assyria's shore;'Mid Briton tribes, the stranger's foe,And Spaniards, drunk with horses' blood,And quiver'd Scythians, will I goUnharm'd, and look on Tanais' flood.