Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Will bring her sleep. Sleep knows no pride;It scorns not cots of village hinds,Nor shadow-trembling river-side,Nor Tempe, stirr'd by western winds.Who, having competence, has all,The tumult of the sea defies,Nor fears Arcturus' angry fall,Nor fears the Kid-star's sullen rise,Though hail-storms on the vineyard beat,Though crops deceive, though trees complain,One while of showers, one while of heat,One while of winter's barbarous reign.