Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. No doubt you trace your line from him,Who stretch'd his sway o'er Formiae,And Liris, whose still waters swimWhore green Marica skirts the sea,Lord of broad realms), an eastern galeWill blow to-morrow, and bestrewThe shore with weeds, with leaves the vale,If rain's old prophet tell me true,