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1. a shallow cylindrical metal container of varying size used for storing and handling film
2. in the can (of a film, piece of music, etc.) having been recorded, processed, edited, etc.


(design engineering)
A cylindrical metal vessel or container, usually with an open top or a removable cover.


A closely woven cloth of cotton, hemp, or flax; sometimes adhered to a wall or deck to serve as a substrate for paint; used to cover roof decks that are walking surfaces or sun decks.


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But it is also the mark of Margaret's merger with Mariana, a fusion of their gender protest and longing for possibilities, sexual and otherwise, a wish that their "dark riddle," as Fuller deems it in the poem ("If thou couldst the dark riddle read"), might be understood (63).
thou--who wert ashamed That such as I could love--who blush'd to hear To less than monarchs that thou couldst be dear.
Moses) said: "If thou hadst wished, surely thou couldst have exacted some recompense for it
Since thou art gone, who best that way couldst teach, Only our sighs, perhaps, may thither reach.
our songs can own / No music Thou couldst stoop to hear
Couldst thou make men to live eternally, Or being dead, raise them to life again, Then this profession were to be esteemed.
If thou couldst hear, then wouldst hear the discourse of God at every time and every state [.
4-6 And Micky wast sore excited, and didst begin dreaming of another barren striker upon which he couldst bloweth all his cash in a vain attempt to solve City's lamentable scoring record.
Reader, couldst thou see us, as we are now, reposing in our easy chair; our once muscular limbs swathed in flannel bandages [.
Thou art the unanswered question; Couldst see thy proper eye, Always it asketh, asketh; And each answer is a lie So take thy quest through nature, It through thousand natures ply; Ask on, thou clothed eternity; Time is the false reply.
My love, this is the bitterest, that thou-- Who art all truth, and who dost love me now As thine eyes say, as thy voice breaks to say-- Shouldst love so truly, and couldst love me still A whole long life through, had but love its will, Would death that leads me from thee brook delay.
what moved thee, or how couldst thou take such journeys into the fanatic Arabia?