Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Heaven's high providence in vainHas sever'd countries with the estranging main,If our vessels ne'erthelessWith reckless plunge that sacred bar transgress.Daring all, their goal to win,Men tread forbidden ground, and rush on sin:Daring all, Prometheus play'dHis wily game, and fire to man convey'd;Soon as fire was stolen away,Pale Fever's stranger host and wan DecaySwept o'er earth's polluted face,And slow Fate quicken'd Death's once halting pace.