no more ; and by a sleep to say we end, victorian, oil

to be, or not to be, that is the question :, victorian, oil

and by opposing end them. to die — to sleep,, victorian, oil

must give us pause - - there's the respect, victorian, oil

to be, or not to be, that is the question :, victorian, shakespeare, oil

and lose the name of action., victorian, oil

and makes us rather bear those ills we have, victorian, oil

to sleep, perchance to dream - - ay, there's the rub :, victorian, oil

when he himself might his quietus make, victorian, oil

thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,, victorian, oil

than fly to others that we know not of?, victorian, oil

a victorian room filled with blood

when we are falling sleep, where do we go?

dreamless sleep

whether'tis nobler in the mind to suffer, victorian, oil

the heart - ache and the thousand natural shocks, victorian, oil

with this regard their currents turn awry, victorian, oil

Dream of a sleepless night. Oil painting.

Gloomy abandoned victorian house

and enterprises of great pith and moment, victorian, oil

no traveller returns, puzzles the will,, victorian, oil

Victorian day of the dead

flowers with faces sleeping on pillows, oil on canvas

that patient merit of th'unworthy takes,, victorian, oil

terrifying demons at the end of my bed as i sleep, artwork by Beksiński