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| brokentests.txt | 423 failure: "Dalvik doesn't include Swing",
424 substring: "package javax.swing.tree does not exist"
512 description: "Dalvik doesn't include javax.swing",
514 name: "javax.swing"
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| /packages/inputmethods/LatinIME/tests/src/com/android/inputmethod/latin/ |
| RichInputConnectionAndTextRangeTests.java | 236 final String[] SUGGESTIONS1 = { "swing", "strong" };
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| /cts/tools/signature-tools/lib/ |
| antlr-2.7.7.jar | |
| stringtemplate.jar | |
| /external/proguard/docs/manual/ |
| examples.html | 763 Swing UI look and feels are implemented as extensions of the
765 static method <code>createUI</code>, which the Swing API invokes using
769 -keep class * extends javax.swing.plaf.ComponentUI {
770 public static javax.swing.plaf.ComponentUI createUI(javax.swing.JComponent);
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| /prebuilts/gcc/darwin-x86/arm/arm-eabi-4.6/lib/gcc/arm-eabi/4.6.x-google/plugin/include/ |
| params.def | 386 "A factor for tuning the upper bound that swing modulo scheduler uses for scheduling a loop",
390 "The number of cycles the swing modulo scheduler considers when checking conflicts using DFA",
394 "A threshold on the average loop count considered by the swing modulo scheduler",
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| params.def | 386 "A factor for tuning the upper bound that swing modulo scheduler uses for scheduling a loop",
390 "The number of cycles the swing modulo scheduler considers when checking conflicts using DFA",
394 "A threshold on the average loop count considered by the swing modulo scheduler",
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| params.def | 386 "A factor for tuning the upper bound that swing modulo scheduler uses for scheduling a loop",
390 "The number of cycles the swing modulo scheduler considers when checking conflicts using DFA",
394 "A threshold on the average loop count considered by the swing modulo scheduler",
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| params.def | 386 "A factor for tuning the upper bound that swing modulo scheduler uses for scheduling a loop",
390 "The number of cycles the swing modulo scheduler considers when checking conflicts using DFA",
394 "A threshold on the average loop count considered by the swing modulo scheduler",
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| jython-2.5.3-sources.jar | |
| /prebuilts/tools/common/m2/repository/org/python/jython-standalone/2.5.3/ |
| jython-standalone-2.5.3-sources.jar | |
| /external/chromium_org/chrome/browser/resources/file_manager/foreground/js/metadata/ |
| id3_parser.js | 555 'Swing',
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| /external/guava/guava/src/com/google/common/eventbus/ |
| package-info.java | 157 * particularly common in Swing apps, of using tiny anonymous classes to
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| /external/jmonkeyengine/engine/src/core/com/jme3/app/ |
| Application.java | 398 * and attach it to an AWT/Swing Frame.
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| /external/libvorbis/include/vorbis/ |
| vorbisenc.h | 286 * time in seconds the bitrate tracker may swing from one extreme to the
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| /hardware/invensense/60xx/mlsdk/mllite/ |
| mlsupervisor.c | 304 inv_obj.acc_state = SF_DISTURBANCE; //No accels, fast swing
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| /prebuilts/tools/common/netbeans-visual/ |
| org-netbeans-api-visual.jar | |
| /external/valgrind/main/coregrind/ |
| m_wordfm.c | 96 /* Swing to the left. Warning: no balance maintainance. */
106 /* Swing to the right. Warning: no balance maintainance. */
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| /prebuilts/devtools/tools/lib/ |
| jfreechart-swt-1.0.9.jar | |
| /prebuilts/tools/common/jfreechart/ |
| jfreechart-1.0.9-swt.jar | |
| /prebuilts/tools/common/m2/repository/jfree/jfreechart-swt/1.0.9/ |
| jfreechart-swt-1.0.9.jar | |
| /external/chromium_org/third_party/WebKit/PerformanceTests/Layout/ |
| chapter-reflow-once.html | 15 <p><span>Germany's war Juggernaut by the morning of Monday, August 3, was in full, but incredibly noiseless, motion. I always knew it was a magnificently well greased machine, geared for the maximum of silence, but I felt sure it could not swing into action without some reverberating creaks. Yet Berlin externally had been far more feverishly agitated on Spring Parade days at recurring ends of May than it was now, with "enemies all around" and that "war on two fronts," which most Germans used to talk about as something,</span> <em class="italics">Gott sei Dank</em><span>, they would never live to see. One's male friends of military age--it was now the second day of mobilization--kept on melting away from hour to hour, but amid a complete lack of fuss and bustle. It almost seemed as if the army had orders to rush to the fighting-line in gum-shoes and that everything on wheels had rubber tires. As the Fatherland for years had armed in silence, so she was going to battle. We saw no seventeen-inch guns rumbling to the front. Those were Germany's best-concealed weapons. A military attaché of one of the chief belligerents, who lived in Berlin for four years preceding the war, has since confessed that he never even knew of the "Big Berthas'" existence!</span></p>
45 <p><span>On the day before the war session of the Reichstag, the Kaiser, more conscious than ever now of his partnership with Deity, ordained Wednesday, August 5, as a day of universal prayer for the success of German arms. Soon after its proclamation, William II, thunderously acclaimed, appeared in</span> <em class="italics">Unter den Linden</em><span>intermittently, en route to conference with high officers of state. He was clad, like every German soldier one now saw, in field-gray, and ready, one heard, to leave for the front at a moment's notice, to take up his post, assigned him by Hohenzollern warrior traditions, on the battlefield in the midst of his loyal legions. Mobilization was now in full swing, and more and more troops were in evidence, crossing town to railway stations from which they were to be transported east or west, as the Staff's emergencies required. A week before, all these soldiers were in Prussian blue. They were gray now, from head to foot, millions of them. Obviously the clothing department of the army had not been taken by "surprise" by the cruel war "forced" on pacific Germany. Three million uniforms can not be turned out in a whole summer--even in Germany. I thought of this, as gray streams, far into the evening, kept pouring through Berlin, and I thought what a marvelously happy selection that peculiar shade of drab-gray, of almost dust-like invisibility from afar, was for field purposes. To shoot at lines no more colorful than that, it seemed to me, would be like banging away at the horizon itself....</span></p>
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| chapter-reflow-thrice.html | 15 <p><span>Germany's war Juggernaut by the morning of Monday, August 3, was in full, but incredibly noiseless, motion. I always knew it was a magnificently well greased machine, geared for the maximum of silence, but I felt sure it could not swing into action without some reverberating creaks. Yet Berlin externally had been far more feverishly agitated on Spring Parade days at recurring ends of May than it was now, with "enemies all around" and that "war on two fronts," which most Germans used to talk about as something,</span> <em class="italics">Gott sei Dank</em><span>, they would never live to see. One's male friends of military age--it was now the second day of mobilization--kept on melting away from hour to hour, but amid a complete lack of fuss and bustle. It almost seemed as if the army had orders to rush to the fighting-line in gum-shoes and that everything on wheels had rubber tires. As the Fatherland for years had armed in silence, so she was going to battle. We saw no seventeen-inch guns rumbling to the front. Those were Germany's best-concealed weapons. A military attaché of one of the chief belligerents, who lived in Berlin for four years preceding the war, has since confessed that he never even knew of the "Big Berthas'" existence!</span></p>
45 <p><span>On the day before the war session of the Reichstag, the Kaiser, more conscious than ever now of his partnership with Deity, ordained Wednesday, August 5, as a day of universal prayer for the success of German arms. Soon after its proclamation, William II, thunderously acclaimed, appeared in</span> <em class="italics">Unter den Linden</em><span>intermittently, en route to conference with high officers of state. He was clad, like every German soldier one now saw, in field-gray, and ready, one heard, to leave for the front at a moment's notice, to take up his post, assigned him by Hohenzollern warrior traditions, on the battlefield in the midst of his loyal legions. Mobilization was now in full swing, and more and more troops were in evidence, crossing town to railway stations from which they were to be transported east or west, as the Staff's emergencies required. A week before, all these soldiers were in Prussian blue. They were gray now, from head to foot, millions of them. Obviously the clothing department of the army had not been taken by "surprise" by the cruel war "forced" on pacific Germany. Three million uniforms can not be turned out in a whole summer--even in Germany. I thought of this, as gray streams, far into the evening, kept pouring through Berlin, and I thought what a marvelously happy selection that peculiar shade of drab-gray, of almost dust-like invisibility from afar, was for field purposes. To shoot at lines no more colorful than that, it seemed to me, would be like banging away at the horizon itself....</span></p>
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| chapter-reflow-twice.html | 15 <p><span>Germany's war Juggernaut by the morning of Monday, August 3, was in full, but incredibly noiseless, motion. I always knew it was a magnificently well greased machine, geared for the maximum of silence, but I felt sure it could not swing into action without some reverberating creaks. Yet Berlin externally had been far more feverishly agitated on Spring Parade days at recurring ends of May than it was now, with "enemies all around" and that "war on two fronts," which most Germans used to talk about as something,</span> <em class="italics">Gott sei Dank</em><span>, they would never live to see. One's male friends of military age--it was now the second day of mobilization--kept on melting away from hour to hour, but amid a complete lack of fuss and bustle. It almost seemed as if the army had orders to rush to the fighting-line in gum-shoes and that everything on wheels had rubber tires. As the Fatherland for years had armed in silence, so she was going to battle. We saw no seventeen-inch guns rumbling to the front. Those were Germany's best-concealed weapons. A military attaché of one of the chief belligerents, who lived in Berlin for four years preceding the war, has since confessed that he never even knew of the "Big Berthas'" existence!</span></p>
45 <p><span>On the day before the war session of the Reichstag, the Kaiser, more conscious than ever now of his partnership with Deity, ordained Wednesday, August 5, as a day of universal prayer for the success of German arms. Soon after its proclamation, William II, thunderously acclaimed, appeared in</span> <em class="italics">Unter den Linden</em><span>intermittently, en route to conference with high officers of state. He was clad, like every German soldier one now saw, in field-gray, and ready, one heard, to leave for the front at a moment's notice, to take up his post, assigned him by Hohenzollern warrior traditions, on the battlefield in the midst of his loyal legions. Mobilization was now in full swing, and more and more troops were in evidence, crossing town to railway stations from which they were to be transported east or west, as the Staff's emergencies required. A week before, all these soldiers were in Prussian blue. They were gray now, from head to foot, millions of them. Obviously the clothing department of the army had not been taken by "surprise" by the cruel war "forced" on pacific Germany. Three million uniforms can not be turned out in a whole summer--even in Germany. I thought of this, as gray streams, far into the evening, kept pouring through Berlin, and I thought what a marvelously happy selection that peculiar shade of drab-gray, of almost dust-like invisibility from afar, was for field purposes. To shoot at lines no more colorful than that, it seemed to me, would be like banging away at the horizon itself....</span></p>
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