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  /external/clang/lib/Analysis/
UninitializedValues.cpp 517 // found the frontier is blocks 2, 4, and 5.
527 // of marking it as not being a candidate element of the frontier.
557 // Scan the frontier, looking for blocks where the variable was
  /dalvik/dx/src/com/android/dx/ssa/
SsaConverter.java 341 * based on dominance-frontier algorithm.
  /external/chromium_org/third_party/cld/base/
macros.h 126 // template overloads: the final frontier.
basictypes.h 116 // template overloads: the final frontier.
  /external/dexmaker/src/dx/java/com/android/dx/ssa/
SsaConverter.java 342 * based on dominance-frontier algorithm.
  /art/compiler/sea_ir/ir/
sea.cc 331 // Check that the dominance frontier element is in the worklist already
424 // Pass (O(nlogN)): Compute the dominance frontier for region nodes.
  /external/chromium_org/third_party/WebKit/Source/devtools/front_end/cm/
codemirror.js 198 cm.doc.frontier = cm.doc.first;
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  /external/chromium_org/third_party/WebKit/PerformanceTests/Layout/
chapter-reflow-once.html 17 <p><span>Germany girding for Armageddon was distinctly a disappointment. I entirely agreed with a portly dowager from the Middle West, who, between frettings about when she could get a train to the Dutch frontier, continually expressed her chagrin at such "a poor show." She imagined, like a good many of the rest of us, that mobilization in Germany would at the very least see the Supreme War Lord bolting madly up and down</span> <em class="italics">Unter den Linden</em><span>, plunging silver spurs into a foaming white charger and brandishing a glistening sword in martial gestures as Caruso does when he plays Radames in the finale of the second act of Aida. Verdi's Egyptian epic is the Kaiser's favorite opera, and he ought to have remembered, we thought, how a conquering hero should demean himself at such a blood-stirring hour. At least Berlin, we hoped, would rise to the occasion, and thunder and rock with the pomp and circumstance of war's alarums.</span></p>
33 <p><span>Although compiled to include events up to August 1, the German White Paper was silent as the grave in regard to Belgium and the negotiations with the Government of Great Britain. Issued on the night of August 3, when hundreds of thousands of German troops were waiting at Aix-la-Chapelle for the great assault on Liége--if, indeed, at that hour they were not already across the Belgian frontier--this sacred brief designed to establish the Fatherland's case at the bar of world opinion had no single word to say on what was destined to be almost the supreme issue of the war. It was the last word in Imperial German deception. If the German public had known that Sir Edward Grey on July 30 had already "warned Prince Lichnowsky that Germany must not count upon our standing aside in all circumstances," I imagine its bitterness a few nights later, when the fable of England's "treacherous intervention" was sprung upon the deluded Fatherland, might have been less barbaric in its intensity.</span></p>
55 <p><span>We were accustomed to sardine-box conditions in the always overcrowded press gallery of the Reichstag on "great days," but to-day we were piled on top of one another in closer formation even than a Prussian infantry platoon in the charge. Familiar faces were missing. Comert, of</span> <em class="italics">Le Temps</em><span>, Caro, of</span> <em class="italics">Le Matin</em><span>, and Bonnefon, of</span> <em class="italics">Le Figaro</em><span>, were not there. They had escaped, we were glad to hear, by one of the very last trains across the French frontier. Löwenton (a brother of Madame Nazimoff), Grossmann, Markoff and Melnikoff, our long-time Russian colleagues, were absent, too. Had they gained Wirballen in time, we wondered, or were they languishing in Spandau?</span></p>
chapter-reflow-thrice.html 17 <p><span>Germany girding for Armageddon was distinctly a disappointment. I entirely agreed with a portly dowager from the Middle West, who, between frettings about when she could get a train to the Dutch frontier, continually expressed her chagrin at such "a poor show." She imagined, like a good many of the rest of us, that mobilization in Germany would at the very least see the Supreme War Lord bolting madly up and down</span> <em class="italics">Unter den Linden</em><span>, plunging silver spurs into a foaming white charger and brandishing a glistening sword in martial gestures as Caruso does when he plays Radames in the finale of the second act of Aida. Verdi's Egyptian epic is the Kaiser's favorite opera, and he ought to have remembered, we thought, how a conquering hero should demean himself at such a blood-stirring hour. At least Berlin, we hoped, would rise to the occasion, and thunder and rock with the pomp and circumstance of war's alarums.</span></p>
33 <p><span>Although compiled to include events up to August 1, the German White Paper was silent as the grave in regard to Belgium and the negotiations with the Government of Great Britain. Issued on the night of August 3, when hundreds of thousands of German troops were waiting at Aix-la-Chapelle for the great assault on Liége--if, indeed, at that hour they were not already across the Belgian frontier--this sacred brief designed to establish the Fatherland's case at the bar of world opinion had no single word to say on what was destined to be almost the supreme issue of the war. It was the last word in Imperial German deception. If the German public had known that Sir Edward Grey on July 30 had already "warned Prince Lichnowsky that Germany must not count upon our standing aside in all circumstances," I imagine its bitterness a few nights later, when the fable of England's "treacherous intervention" was sprung upon the deluded Fatherland, might have been less barbaric in its intensity.</span></p>
55 <p><span>We were accustomed to sardine-box conditions in the always overcrowded press gallery of the Reichstag on "great days," but to-day we were piled on top of one another in closer formation even than a Prussian infantry platoon in the charge. Familiar faces were missing. Comert, of</span> <em class="italics">Le Temps</em><span>, Caro, of</span> <em class="italics">Le Matin</em><span>, and Bonnefon, of</span> <em class="italics">Le Figaro</em><span>, were not there. They had escaped, we were glad to hear, by one of the very last trains across the French frontier. Löwenton (a brother of Madame Nazimoff), Grossmann, Markoff and Melnikoff, our long-time Russian colleagues, were absent, too. Had they gained Wirballen in time, we wondered, or were they languishing in Spandau?</span></p>
chapter-reflow-twice.html 17 <p><span>Germany girding for Armageddon was distinctly a disappointment. I entirely agreed with a portly dowager from the Middle West, who, between frettings about when she could get a train to the Dutch frontier, continually expressed her chagrin at such "a poor show." She imagined, like a good many of the rest of us, that mobilization in Germany would at the very least see the Supreme War Lord bolting madly up and down</span> <em class="italics">Unter den Linden</em><span>, plunging silver spurs into a foaming white charger and brandishing a glistening sword in martial gestures as Caruso does when he plays Radames in the finale of the second act of Aida. Verdi's Egyptian epic is the Kaiser's favorite opera, and he ought to have remembered, we thought, how a conquering hero should demean himself at such a blood-stirring hour. At least Berlin, we hoped, would rise to the occasion, and thunder and rock with the pomp and circumstance of war's alarums.</span></p>
33 <p><span>Although compiled to include events up to August 1, the German White Paper was silent as the grave in regard to Belgium and the negotiations with the Government of Great Britain. Issued on the night of August 3, when hundreds of thousands of German troops were waiting at Aix-la-Chapelle for the great assault on Liége--if, indeed, at that hour they were not already across the Belgian frontier--this sacred brief designed to establish the Fatherland's case at the bar of world opinion had no single word to say on what was destined to be almost the supreme issue of the war. It was the last word in Imperial German deception. If the German public had known that Sir Edward Grey on July 30 had already "warned Prince Lichnowsky that Germany must not count upon our standing aside in all circumstances," I imagine its bitterness a few nights later, when the fable of England's "treacherous intervention" was sprung upon the deluded Fatherland, might have been less barbaric in its intensity.</span></p>
55 <p><span>We were accustomed to sardine-box conditions in the always overcrowded press gallery of the Reichstag on "great days," but to-day we were piled on top of one another in closer formation even than a Prussian infantry platoon in the charge. Familiar faces were missing. Comert, of</span> <em class="italics">Le Temps</em><span>, Caro, of</span> <em class="italics">Le Matin</em><span>, and Bonnefon, of</span> <em class="italics">Le Figaro</em><span>, were not there. They had escaped, we were glad to hear, by one of the very last trains across the French frontier. Löwenton (a brother of Madame Nazimoff), Grossmann, Markoff and Melnikoff, our long-time Russian colleagues, were absent, too. Had they gained Wirballen in time, we wondered, or were they languishing in Spandau?</span></p>
chapter-reflow.html 17 <p><span>Germany girding for Armageddon was distinctly a disappointment. I entirely agreed with a portly dowager from the Middle West, who, between frettings about when she could get a train to the Dutch frontier, continually expressed her chagrin at such "a poor show." She imagined, like a good many of the rest of us, that mobilization in Germany would at the very least see the Supreme War Lord bolting madly up and down</span> <em class="italics">Unter den Linden</em><span>, plunging silver spurs into a foaming white charger and brandishing a glistening sword in martial gestures as Caruso does when he plays Radames in the finale of the second act of Aida. Verdi's Egyptian epic is the Kaiser's favorite opera, and he ought to have remembered, we thought, how a conquering hero should demean himself at such a blood-stirring hour. At least Berlin, we hoped, would rise to the occasion, and thunder and rock with the pomp and circumstance of war's alarums.</span></p>
33 <p><span>Although compiled to include events up to August 1, the German White Paper was silent as the grave in regard to Belgium and the negotiations with the Government of Great Britain. Issued on the night of August 3, when hundreds of thousands of German troops were waiting at Aix-la-Chapelle for the great assault on Liége--if, indeed, at that hour they were not already across the Belgian frontier--this sacred brief designed to establish the Fatherland's case at the bar of world opinion had no single word to say on what was destined to be almost the supreme issue of the war. It was the last word in Imperial German deception. If the German public had known that Sir Edward Grey on July 30 had already "warned Prince Lichnowsky that Germany must not count upon our standing aside in all circumstances," I imagine its bitterness a few nights later, when the fable of England's "treacherous intervention" was sprung upon the deluded Fatherland, might have been less barbaric in its intensity.</span></p>
55 <p><span>We were accustomed to sardine-box conditions in the always overcrowded press gallery of the Reichstag on "great days," but to-day we were piled on top of one another in closer formation even than a Prussian infantry platoon in the charge. Familiar faces were missing. Comert, of</span> <em class="italics">Le Temps</em><span>, Caro, of</span> <em class="italics">Le Matin</em><span>, and Bonnefon, of</span> <em class="italics">Le Figaro</em><span>, were not there. They had escaped, we were glad to hear, by one of the very last trains across the French frontier. Löwenton (a brother of Madame Nazimoff), Grossmann, Markoff and Melnikoff, our long-time Russian colleagues, were absent, too. Had they gained Wirballen in time, we wondered, or were they languishing in Spandau?</span></p>
  /external/chromium/base/
basictypes.h 124 // template overloads: the final frontier.
  /external/chromium_org/base/
basictypes.h 132 // template overloads: the final frontier.
  /external/chromium_org/third_party/mesa/src/src/gallium/drivers/nv50/codegen/
nv50_ir_ssa.cpp 367 // dominance frontier (if we haven't already done so)
  /external/llvm/include/llvm/Transforms/Utils/
SSAUpdaterImpl.h 266 /// the successor of Pred is in the dominance frontier for the definition,
  /external/llvm/lib/CodeGen/
LiveRangeCalc.cpp 332 // because MBB is in the dominance frontier of that value.
  /external/mesa3d/src/gallium/drivers/nv50/codegen/
nv50_ir_ssa.cpp 367 // dominance frontier (if we haven't already done so)
  /external/llvm/docs/tutorial/
LangImpl7.rst 206 The mem2reg pass implements the standard "iterated dominance frontier"
839 dominance frontier" computation anywhere in sight.
  /art/compiler/dex/
mir_graph.h 276 ArenaBitVector* dom_frontier; // Dominance frontier.
  /external/clang/lib/StaticAnalyzer/Core/
ExplodedGraph.cpp 74 // If a node has no successor it is on the "frontier", while a node
  /external/llvm/lib/Analysis/
RegionInfo.cpp 500 // the dominance frontier must only contain the exit.
  /external/tcpdump/
mib.h 381 "frontier", 93, 0,
  /prebuilts/gcc/darwin-x86/arm/arm-eabi-4.6/lib/gcc/arm-eabi/4.6.x-google/plugin/include/
tree-pass.h 263 frontier for O_j is not pruned, we may end up inserting PHI nodes
  /prebuilts/gcc/darwin-x86/arm/arm-linux-androideabi-4.6/lib/gcc/arm-linux-androideabi/4.6.x-google/plugin/include/
tree-pass.h 263 frontier for O_j is not pruned, we may end up inserting PHI nodes
  /prebuilts/gcc/linux-x86/arm/arm-eabi-4.6/lib/gcc/arm-eabi/4.6.x-google/plugin/include/
tree-pass.h 263 frontier for O_j is not pruned, we may end up inserting PHI nodes

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