Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. E'en now with trumpet's threatening blareYou thrill our ears; the clarion brays;The lightnings of the armour scareThe steed, and daunt the rider's gaze.Methinks I hear of leaders proudWith no uncomely dust distain'd,And all the world by conquest bow'd,And only Cato's soul unchain'd.