Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Now Pacorus and Monaeses twiceHave given our unblest arms the foil;Their necklaces, of mean device;Smiling they deck with Roman spoil.Our city, torn by faction's throes,Dacian and Ethiop well-nigh razed,These with their dreadful navy, thoseFor archer-prowess rather praised.An evil age erewhile debasedThe marriage-bed, the race, the home;Thence rose the flood whose waters wasteThe nation and the name of Rome.