Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Whether 'tis Spring's first shiver, faintly heardThrough the light leaves, or lizards in the brakeThe rustling thorns have stirr'd,Her heart, her knees, they quake.Yet I, who chase you, no grim lion am,No tiger fell, to crush you in my gripe:Come, learn to leave your dam.For lover's kisses ripe.