Odes Horace Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882. Not impious Carthage in its last red blaze,In clearer light sets forth his spotless fame,Who from crush'd Afric took away—a name,Than rude Calabria's tributary lays.Let silence hide the good your hand has wrought,Farewell, reward! Had blank oblivion's powerDimm'd the bright deeds of Romulus, at this hour,Despite his sire and mother, he were nought.