Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Oak and brass of triple foldEncompass'd sure that heart, which first made boldTo the raging sea to trustA fragile bark, nor fear'd the Afric gustWith its Northern mates at strife,Nor Hyads' frown, nor South-wind fury-rife,Mightiest power that Hadria knows,Wills he the waves to madden or compose.What had Death in store to aweThose eyes, that huge sea-beasts unmelting saw,Saw the swelling of the surge,And high Ceraunian cliffs, the seaman's scourge?