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diff --git a/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_6112.html b/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_6112.html deleted file mode 100644 index 785cd55..0000000 --- a/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_6112.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,745 +0,0 @@ -<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01//EN" - "http://www.w3.org/TR/html4/strict.dtd"> -<html> -<head> - - <title>Rich Text System Test</title> - - <style type="text/css"> - @import "../../../dojo/resources/dojo.css"; - @import "../css/dijitTests.css"; - </style> - <script type="text/javascript" src="../../../dojo/dojo.js" - djConfig="parseOnLoad: true, isDebug: true"></script> - <script type="text/javascript" src="../_testCommon.js"></script> - - <script type="text/javascript" src="../../_editor/selection.js"></script> - <script type="text/javascript" src="../../_editor/RichText.js"></script> - <script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"> - dojo.require("dijit._editor.RichText"); - dojo.require("dojo.parser"); // scan page for widgets and instantiate them - </script> - -</head> -<body> - - <h1 class="testTitle">Rich Text Test</h1> - - <div style="border: 1px dotted black;"> - <h3>test case for bug #6112</h3> - <textarea dojoType="dijit._editor.RichText" id="editor1" - styleSheets="../../../dojo/resources/dojo.css"> -<p> -The Project Gutenberg EBook of Faust, by Goethe -</p> -<p> -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net - -</p> -<p> - -Title: Faust - -</p> -<p> -Author: Goethe - -</p> -<p> -Release Date: December 25, 2004 [EBook #14460] - -</p> -<p> -Language: English - -</p> -<p> -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -</p> -<p> -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FAUST *** -</p> -<p> -Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Charles Bidwell and the PG Online -Distributed Proofreading Team - -</p> -<p> -<h1> FAUST </h1> -<h2>A TRAGEDY</h2> - -<h5> -TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN -<br> -OF -<br> -GOETHE - -<br> - -WITH NOTES - -<br> -BY - -<br> -CHARLES T BROOKS - -<br> - -SEVENTH EDITION. - -<br> -BOSTON -<br> -TICKNOR AND FIELDS - -<br> -MDCCCLXVIII. -</h5> - - - -<p> - -Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1856, -by CHARLES T. BROOKS, -In the Clerk's Office of the District Court -of the District of Rhode Island. - -</p> -<p> -UNIVERSITY PRESS: -WELCH, BIGELOW, AND COMPANY, -CAMBRIDGE. - -</p> -<p> - - - -TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. - -</p> -<p> - -Perhaps some apology ought to be given to English scholars, that is, those -who do not know German, (to those, at least, who do not know what sort of -a thing Faust is in the original,) for offering another translation to the -public, of a poem which has been already translated, not only in a literal -prose form, but also, twenty or thirty times, in metre, and sometimes with -great spirit, beauty, and power. -</p> -<p> - -The author of the present version, then, has no knowledge that a rendering -of this wonderful poem into the exact and ever-changing metre of the -original has, until now, been so much as attempted. To name only one -defect, the very best versions which he has seen neglect to follow the -exquisite artist in the evidently planned and orderly intermixing of -_male_ and _female_ rhymes, _i.e._ rhymes which fall on the last syllable -and those which fall on the last but one. Now, every careful student of -the versification of Faust must feel and see that Goethe did not -intersperse the one kind of rhyme with the other, at random, as those -translators do; who, also, give the female rhyme (on which the vivacity of -dialogue and description often so much depends,) in so small a proportion. - -</p> -<p> -A similar criticism might be made of their liberty in neglecting Goethe's -method of alternating different measures with each other. - -</p> -<p> -It seems as if, in respect to metre, at least, they had asked themselves, -how would Goethe have written or shaped this in English, had that been his -native language, instead of seeking _con amore_ (and _con fidelità_) as -they should have done, to reproduce, both in spirit and in form, the -movement, so free and yet orderly, of the singularly endowed and -accomplished poet whom they undertook to represent. - -</p> -<p> -As to the objections which Hayward and some of his reviewers have -instituted in advance against the possibility of a good and faithful -metrical translation of a poem like Faust, they seem to the present -translator full of paradox and sophistry. For instance, take this -assertion of one of the reviewers: "The sacred and mysterious union of -thought with verse, twin-born and immortally wedded from the moment of -their common birth, can never be understood by those who desire verse -translations of good poetry." If the last part of this statement had read -"by those who can be contented with _prose_ translations of good poetry," -the position would have been nearer the truth. This much we might well -admit, that, if the alternative were either to have a poem like Faust in a -metre different and glaringly different from the original, or to have it -in simple and strong prose, then the latter alternative would be the one -every tasteful and feeling scholar would prefer; but surely to every one -who can read the original or wants to know how this great song _sung -itself_ (as Carlyle says) out of Goethe's soul, a mere prose rendering -must be, comparatively, a _corpus mortuum._ - -</p> -<p> -The translator most heartily dissents from Hayward's assertion that a -translator of Faust "must sacrifice either metre or meaning." At least he -flatters himself that he has made, in the main, (not a compromise between -meaning and melody, though in certain instances he may have fallen into -that, but) a combination of the meaning with the melody, which latter is -so important, so vital a part of the lyric poem's meaning, in any worthy -sense. "No poetic translation," says Hayward's reviewer, already quoted, -"can give the rhythm and rhyme of the original; it can only substitute the -rhythm and rhyme of the translator." One might just as well say "no -_prose_ translation can give the _sense and spirit_ of the original; it -can only substitute the _sense and spirit of the words and phrases of the -translator's language_;" and then, these two assertions balancing each -other, there will remain in the metrical translator's favor, that he may -come as near to giving both the letter and the spirit, as the effects of -the Babel dispersion will allow. - -</p> -<p> -As to the original creation, which he has attempted here to reproduce, the -translator might say something, but prefers leaving his readers to the -poet himself, as revealed in the poem, and to the various commentaries of -which we have some accounts, at least, in English. A French translator of -the poem speaks in his introduction as follows: "This Faust, conceived by -him in his youth, completed in ripe age, the idea of which he carried with -him through all the commotions of his life, as Camoens bore his poem with -him through the waves, this Faust contains him entire. The thirst for -knowledge and the martyrdom of doubt, had they not tormented his early -years? Whence came to him the thought of taking refuge in a supernatural -realm, of appealing to invisible powers, which plunged him, for a -considerable time, into the dreams of Illuminati and made him even invent -a religion? This irony of Mephistopheles, who carries on so audacious a -game with the weakness and the desires of man, is it not the mocking, -scornful side of the poet's spirit, a leaning to sullenness, which can be -traced even into the earliest years of his life, a bitter leaven thrown -into a strong soul forever by early satiety? The character of Faust -especially, the man whose burning, untiring heart can neither enjoy -fortune nor do without it, who gives himself unconditionally and watches -himself with mistrust, who unites the enthusiasm of passion and the -dejectedness of despair, is not this an eloquent opening up of the most -secret and tumultuous part of the poet's soul? And now, to complete the -image of his inner life, he has added the transcendingly sweet person of -Margaret, an exalted reminiscence of a young girl, by whom, at the age of -fourteen, he thought himself beloved, whose image ever floated round him, -and has contributed some traits to each of his heroines. This heavenly -surrender of a simple, good, and tender heart contrasts wonderfully with -the sensual and gloomy passion of the lover, who, in the midst of his -love-dreams, is persecuted by the phantoms of his imagination and by the -nightmares of thought, with those sorrows of a soul, which is crushed, but -not extinguished, which is tormented by the invincible want of happiness -and the bitter feeling, how hard a thing it is to receive or to bestow." - -</p> -<p> - - - -DEDICATION.[1] - -</p> -<p> -Once more ye waver dreamily before me, -Forms that so early cheered my troubled eyes! -To hold you fast doth still my heart implore me? -Still bid me clutch the charm that lures and flies? -Ye crowd around! come, then, hold empire o'er me, -As from the mist and haze of thought ye rise; -The magic atmosphere, your train enwreathing, -Through my thrilled bosom youthful bliss is breathing. - -</p> -<p> -Ye bring with you the forms of hours Elysian, -And shades of dear ones rise to meet my gaze; -First Love and Friendship steal upon my vision -Like an old tale of legendary days; -Sorrow renewed, in mournful repetition, -Runs through life's devious, labyrinthine ways; -And, sighing, names the good (by Fortune cheated -Of blissful hours!) who have before me fleeted. - -</p> -<p> -These later songs of mine, alas! will never -Sound in their ears to whom the first were sung! -Scattered like dust, the friendly throng forever! -Mute the first echo that so grateful rung! -To the strange crowd I sing, whose very favor -Like chilling sadness on my heart is flung; -And all that kindled at those earlier numbers -Roams the wide earth or in its bosom slumbers. - -</p> -<p> -And now I feel a long-unwonted yearning -For that calm, pensive spirit-realm, to-day; -Like an Aeolian lyre, (the breeze returning,) -Floats in uncertain tones my lisping lay; -Strange awe comes o'er me, tear on tear falls burning, -The rigid heart to milder mood gives way! -What I possess I see afar off lying, -And what I lost is real and undying. - -</p> -<p> - - - -PRELUDE - -</p> -<p> -IN THE THEATRE. - - -</p> -<p> - _Manager. Dramatic Poet. Merry Person._ - -</p> -<p> -_Manager_. You who in trouble and distress -Have both held fast your old allegiance, -What think ye? here in German regions -Our enterprise may hope success? -To please the crowd my purpose has been steady, -Because they live and let one live at least. -The posts are set, the boards are laid already, -And every one is looking for a feast. -They sit, with lifted brows, composed looks wearing, -Expecting something that shall set them staring. -I know the public palate, that's confest; -Yet never pined so for a sound suggestion; -True, they are not accustomed to the best, -But they have read a dreadful deal, past question. -How shall we work to make all fresh and new, -Acceptable and profitable, too? -For sure I love to see the torrent boiling, -When towards our booth they crowd to find a place, -Now rolling on a space and then recoiling, -Then squeezing through the narrow door of grace: -Long before dark each one his hard-fought station -In sight of the box-office window takes, -And as, round bakers' doors men crowd to escape starvation, -For tickets here they almost break their necks. -This wonder, on so mixed a mass, the Poet -Alone can work; to-day, my friend, O, show it! - -</p> -<p> -_Poet_. Oh speak not to me of that motley ocean, -Whose roar and greed the shuddering spirit chill! -Hide from my sight that billowy commotion -That draws us down the whirlpool 'gainst our will. -No, lead me to that nook of calm devotion, -Where blooms pure joy upon the Muses' hill; -Where love and friendship aye create and cherish, -With hand divine, heart-joys that never perish. -Ah! what, from feeling's deepest fountain springing, -Scarce from the stammering lips had faintly passed, -Now, hopeful, venturing forth, now shyly clinging, -To the wild moment's cry a prey is cast. -Oft when for years the brain had heard it ringing -It comes in full and rounded shape at last. -What shines, is born but for the moment's pleasure; -The genuine leaves posterity a treasure. - -</p> -<p> -_Merry Person_. Posterity! I'm sick of hearing of it; -Supposing I the future age would profit, -Who then would furnish ours with fun? -For it must have it, ripe and mellow; -The presence of a fine young fellow, -Is cheering, too, methinks, to any one. -Whoso can pleasantly communicate, -Will not make war with popular caprices, -For, as the circle waxes great, -The power his word shall wield increases. -Come, then, and let us now a model see, -Let Phantasy with all her various choir, -Sense, reason, passion, sensibility, -But, mark me, folly too! the scene inspire. - -</p> -<p> -_Manager_. But the great point is action! Every one -Comes as spectator, and the show's the fun. -Let but the plot be spun off fast and thickly, -So that the crowd shall gape in broad surprise, -Then have you made a wide impression quickly, -You are the man they'll idolize. -The mass can only be impressed by masses; -Then each at last picks out his proper part. -Give much, and then to each one something passes, -And each one leaves the house with happy heart. -Have you a piece, give it at once in pieces! -Such a ragout your fame increases; -It costs as little pains to play as to invent. -But what is gained, if you a whole present? -Your public picks it presently to pieces. - -</p> -<p> -_Poet_. You do not feel how mean a trade like that must be! -In the true Artist's eyes how false and hollow! -Our genteel botchers, well I see, -Have given the maxims that you follow. - -</p> -<p> -_Manager_. Such charges pass me like the idle wind; -A man who has right work in mind -Must choose the instruments most fitting. -Consider what soft wood you have for splitting, -And keep in view for whom you write! -If this one from _ennui_ seeks flight, -That other comes full from the groaning table, -Or, the worst case of all to cite, -From reading journals is for thought unable. -Vacant and giddy, all agog for wonder, -As to a masquerade they wing their way; -The ladies give themselves and all their precious plunder -And without wages help us play. -On your poetic heights what dream comes o'er you? -What glads a crowded house? Behold -Your patrons in array before you! -One half are raw, the other cold. -One, after this play, hopes to play at cards, -One a wild night to spend beside his doxy chooses, -Poor fools, why court ye the regards, -For such a set, of the chaste muses? -I tell you, give them more and ever more and more, -And then your mark you'll hardly stray from ever; -To mystify be your endeavor, -To satisfy is labor sore.... -What ails you? Are you pleased or pained? What notion---- - -</p> -<p> -_Poet_. Go to, and find thyself another slave! -What! and the lofty birthright Nature gave, -The noblest talent Heaven to man has lent, -Thou bid'st the Poet fling to folly's ocean! -How does he stir each deep emotion? -How does he conquer every element? -But by the tide of song that from his bosom springs, -And draws into his heart all living things? -When Nature's hand, in endless iteration, -The thread across the whizzing spindle flings, -When the complex, monotonous creation -Jangles with all its million strings: -Who, then, the long, dull series animating, -Breaks into rhythmic march the soulless round? -And, to the law of All each member consecrating, -Bids one majestic harmony resound? -Who bids the tempest rage with passion's power? -The earnest soul with evening-redness glow? -Who scatters vernal bud and summer flower -Along the path where loved ones go? -Who weaves each green leaf in the wind that trembles -To form the wreath that merit's brow shall crown? -Who makes Olympus fast? the gods assembles? -The power of manhood in the Poet shown. - -</p> -<p> -_Merry Person_. Come, then, put forth these noble powers, -And, Poet, let thy path of flowers -Follow a love-adventure's winding ways. -One comes and sees by chance, one burns, one stays, -And feels the gradual, sweet entangling! -The pleasure grows, then comes a sudden jangling, -Then rapture, then distress an arrow plants, -And ere one dreams of it, lo! _there_ is a romance. -Give us a drama in this fashion! -Plunge into human life's full sea of passion! -Each lives it, few its meaning ever guessed, -Touch where you will, 'tis full of interest. -Bright shadows fleeting o'er a mirror, -A spark of truth and clouds of error, -By means like these a drink is brewed -To cheer and edify the multitude. -The fairest flower of the youth sit listening -Before your play, and wait the revelation; -Each melancholy heart, with soft eyes glistening, -Draws sad, sweet nourishment from your creation; -This passion now, now that is stirred, by turns, -And each one sees what in his bosom burns. -Open alike, as yet, to weeping and to laughter, -They still admire the flights, they still enjoy the show; -Him who is formed, can nothing suit thereafter; -The yet unformed with thanks will ever glow. - -</p> -<p> -_Poet_. Ay, give me back the joyous hours, -When I myself was ripening, too, -When song, the fount, flung up its showers -Of beauty ever fresh and new. -When a soft haze the world was veiling, -Each bud a miracle bespoke, -And from their stems a thousand flowers I broke, -Their fragrance through the vales exhaling. -I nothing and yet all possessed, -Yearning for truth and in illusion blest. -Give me the freedom of that hour, -The tear of joy, the pleasing pain, -Of hate and love the thrilling power, -Oh, give me back my youth again! - -</p> -<p> -_Merry Person_. Youth, my good friend, thou needest certainly -When ambushed foes are on thee springing, -When loveliest maidens witchingly -Their white arms round thy neck are flinging, -When the far garland meets thy glance, -High on the race-ground's goal suspended, -When after many a mazy dance -In drink and song the night is ended. -But with a free and graceful soul -To strike the old familiar lyre, -And to a self-appointed goal -Sweep lightly o'er the trembling wire, -There lies, old gentlemen, to-day -Your task; fear not, no vulgar error blinds us. -Age does not make us childish, as they say, -But we are still true children when it finds us. - -</p> -<p> -_Manager_. Come, words enough you two have bandied, -Now let us see some deeds at last; -While you toss compliments full-handed, -The time for useful work flies fast. -Why talk of being in the humor? -Who hesitates will never be. -If you are poets (so says rumor) -Now then command your poetry. -You know full well our need and pleasure, -We want strong drink in brimming measure; -Brew at it now without delay! -To-morrow will not do what is not done to-day. -Let not a day be lost in dallying, -But seize the possibility -Right by the forelock, courage rallying, -And forth with fearless spirit sallying,-- -Once in the yoke and you are free. - Upon our German boards, you know it, -What any one would try, he may; -Then stint me not, I beg, to-day, -In scenery or machinery, Poet. -With great and lesser heavenly lights make free, -Spend starlight just as you desire; -No want of water, rocks or fire -Or birds or beasts to you shall be. -So, in this narrow wooden house's bound, -Stride through the whole creation's round, -And with considerate swiftness wander -From heaven, through this world, to the world down yonder. - - -</p> -<p> - - - PROLOGUE - -</p> -<p> - - IN HEAVEN. - -</p> -<p> - -[THE LORD. THE HEAVENLY HOSTS _afterward_ MEPHISTOPHELES. -_The three archangels_, RAPHAEL, GABRIEL, _and_ MICHAEL, _come forward_.] - -</p> -<p> -_Raphael_. The sun, in ancient wise, is sounding, - With brother-spheres, in rival song; -And, his appointed journey rounding, - With thunderous movement rolls along. -His look, new strength to angels lending, - No creature fathom can for aye; -The lofty works, past comprehending, - Stand lordly, as on time's first day. - -</p> -<p> -_Gabriel_. And swift, with wondrous swiftness fleeting, - The pomp of earth turns round and round, -The glow of Eden alternating - With shuddering midnight's gloom profound; -Up o'er the rocks the foaming ocean - Heaves from its old, primeval bed, -And rocks and seas, with endless motion, - On in the spheral sweep are sped. - -</p> -<p> -_Michael_. And tempests roar, glad warfare waging, - From sea to land, from land to sea, -And bind round all, amidst their raging, - A chain of giant energy. -There, lurid desolation, blazing, - Foreruns the volleyed thunder's way: -Yet, Lord, thy messengers[2] are praising - The mild procession of thy day. - -</p> -<p> -_All Three_. The sight new strength to angels lendeth, - For none thy being fathom may, -The works, no angel comprehendeth, - Stand lordly as on time's first day. - -</p> -<p> -_Mephistopheles_. Since, Lord, thou drawest near us once again, -And how we do, dost graciously inquire, -And to be pleased to see me once didst deign, -I too among thy household venture nigher. -Pardon, high words I cannot labor after, -Though the whole court should look on me with scorn; -My pathos certainly would stir thy laughter, -Hadst thou not laughter long since quite forsworn. -Of sun and worlds I've nought to tell worth mention, -How men torment themselves takes my attention. -The little God o' the world jogs on the same old way -And is as singular as on the world's first day. -A pity 'tis thou shouldst have given -The fool, to make him worse, a gleam of light from heaven; -He calls it reason, using it -To be more beast than ever beast was yet. -He seems to me, (your grace the word will pardon,) -Like a long-legg'd grasshopper in the garden, -Forever on the wing, and hops and sings -The same old song, as in the grass he springs; -Would he but stay there! no; he needs must muddle -His prying nose in every puddle. - -</p> -<p> -_The Lord_. Hast nothing for our edification? -Still thy old work of accusation? -Will things on earth be never right for thee? - -</p> -<p> -_Mephistopheles_. No, Lord! I find them still as bad as bad can be. -Poor souls! their miseries seem so much to please 'em, -I scarce can find it in my heart to tease 'em. - -</p> -<p> -_The Lord_. Knowest thou Faust? - -</p> -<p> -_Mephistopheles_. The Doctor? - -</p> -<p> -_The Lord_. Ay, my servant! - -</p> -<p> -_Mephistopheles_. He! -Forsooth! he serves you in a famous fashion; -No earthly meat or drink can feed his passion; -Its grasping greed no space can measure; -Half-conscious and half-crazed, he finds no rest; -The fairest stars of heaven must swell his treasure. -Each highest joy of earth must yield its zest, -Not all the world--the boundless azure-- -Can fill the void within his craving breast. - -</p> -<p> -_The Lord_. He serves me somewhat darkly, now, I grant, -Yet will he soon attain the light of reason. -Sees not the gardener, in the green young plant, -That bloom and fruit shall deck its coming season? - -</p> -<p> -_Mephistopheles_. What will you bet? You'll surely lose your wager! -If you will give me leave henceforth, -To lead him softly on, like an old stager. - -</p> -<p> -_The Lord_. So long as he shall live on earth, -Do with him all that you desire. -Man errs and staggers from his birth. - -</p> -<p> -_Mephistopheles_. Thank you; I never did aspire -To have with dead folk much transaction. -In full fresh cheeks I take the greatest satisfaction. -A corpse will never find me in the house; -I love to play as puss does with the mouse. - -</p> -<p> -_The Lord_. All right, I give thee full permission! -Draw down this spirit from its source, -And, canst thou catch him, to perdition -Carry him with thee in thy course, -But stand abashed, if thou must needs confess, -That a good man, though passion blur his vision, -Has of the right way still a consciousness. - -</p> -<p> -_Mephistopheles_. Good! but I'll make it a short story. -About my wager I'm by no means sorry. -And if I gain my end with glory -Allow me to exult from a full breast. -Dust shall he eat and that with zest, -Like my old aunt, the snake, whose fame is hoary. -</p> -<p> - -_The Lord_. Well, go and come, and make thy trial; -The like of thee I never yet did hate. -Of all the spirits of denial -The scamp is he I best can tolerate. -Man is too prone, at best, to seek the way that's easy, -He soon grows fond of unconditioned rest; -And therefore such a comrade suits him best, -Who spurs and works, true devil, always busy. -But you, true sons of God, in growing measure, -Enjoy rich beauty's living stores of pleasure! -The Word[3] divine that lives and works for aye, -Fold you in boundless love's embrace alluring, -And what in floating vision glides away, -That seize ye and make fast with thoughts enduring. -</p> -<p> -[_Heaven closes, the archangels disperse._] - -</p> -<p> -_Mephistopheles. [Alone.]_ I like at times to exchange with him a word, -And take care not to break with him. 'Tis civil -In the old fellow[4] and so great a Lord -To talk so kindly with the very devil. - -</p> - - </textarea> - </div> -</body> -</html> diff --git a/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_CustomPlugin.html b/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_CustomPlugin.html deleted file mode 100644 index eb8f650..0000000 --- a/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_CustomPlugin.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,151 +0,0 @@ -<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01//EN" - "http://www.w3.org/TR/html4/strict.dtd"> -<html> -<head> - <title>Editor Custom Plugin Test/Tutorial</title> - - <style type="text/css"> - @import "../../dojo/resources/dojo.css"; - @import "css/dijitTests.css"; - </style> - <script type="text/javascript" src="../../../dojo/dojo.js" - djConfig="parseOnLoad: true, isDebug: true"></script> - <script type="text/javascript" src="../_testCommon.js"></script> - - <script type="text/javascript"> - dojo.require("dijit.Editor"); - dojo.require("dojo.parser"); // scan page for widgets and instantiate them - - - dojo.require("dijit._Widget"); - dojo.require("dijit._Templated"); - dojo.require("dijit._editor._Plugin"); - dojo.require("dijit.Dialog"); - dojo.require("dijit.form.Button"); - dojo.require("dijit.form.ValidationTextBox"); - dojo.require("dojo.i18n"); - dojo.require("dojo.string"); - dojo.requireLocalization("dijit._editor", "LinkDialog"); - - dojo.declare("myPlugin", - dijit._editor._Plugin, - { - buttonClass: dijit.form.DropDownButton, - useDefaultCommand: false, - urlRegExp: "((https?|ftps?)\\://|)(([0-9a-zA-Z]([-0-9a-zA-Z]{0,61}[0-9a-zA-Z])?\\.)+(arpa|aero|biz|com|coop|edu|gov|info|int|mil|museum|name|net|org|pro|travel|xxx|jobs|mobi|post|ac|ad|ae|af|ag|ai|al|am|an|ao|aq|ar|as|at|au|aw|az|ba|bb|bd|be|bf|bg|bh|bi|bj|bm|bn|bo|br|bs|bt|bv|bw|by|bz|ca|cc|cd|cf|cg|ch|ci|ck|cl|cm|cn|co|cr|cu|cv|cx|cy|cz|de|dj|dk|dm|do|dz|ec|ee|eg|er|eu|es|et|fi|fj|fk|fm|fo|fr|ga|gd|ge|gf|gg|gh|gi|gl|gm|gn|gp|gq|gr|gs|gt|gu|gw|gy|hk|hm|hn|hr|ht|hu|id|ie|il|im|in|io|ir|is|it|je|jm|jo|jp|ke|kg|kh|ki|km|kn|kr|kw|ky|kz|la|lb|lc|li|lk|lr|ls|lt|lu|lv|ly|ma|mc|md|mg|mh|mk|ml|mm|mn|mo|mp|mq|mr|ms|mt|mu|mv|mw|mx|my|mz|na|nc|ne|nf|ng|ni|nl|no|np|nr|nu|nz|om|pa|pe|pf|pg|ph|pk|pl|pm|pn|pr|ps|pt|pw|py|qa|re|ro|ru|rw|sa|sb|sc|sd|se|sg|sh|si|sk|sl|sm|sn|sr|st|su|sv|sy|sz|tc|td|tf|tg|th|tj|tk|tm|tn|to|tr|tt|tv|tw|tz|ua|ug|uk|us|uy|uz|va|vc|ve|vg|vi|vn|vu|wf|ws|ye|yt|yu|za|zm|zw)|(((\\d|[1-9]\\d|1\\d\\d|2[0-4]\\d|25[0-5])\\.){3}(\\d|[1-9]\\d|1\\d\\d|2[0-4]\\d|25[0-5])|(0[xX]0*[\\da-fA-F]?[\\da-fA-F]\\.){3}0[xX]0*[\\da-fA-F]?[\\da-fA-F]|(0+[0-3][0-7][0-7]\\.){3}0+[0-3][0-7][0-7]|(0|[1-9]\\d{0,8}|[1-3]\\d{9}|4[01]\\d{8}|42[0-8]\\d{7}|429[0-3]\\d{6}|4294[0-8]\\d{5}|42949[0-5]\\d{4}|429496[0-6]\\d{3}|4294967[01]\\d{2}|42949672[0-8]\\d|429496729[0-5])|0[xX]0*[\\da-fA-F]{1,8}|([\\da-fA-F]{1,4}\\:){7}[\\da-fA-F]{1,4}|([\\da-fA-F]{1,4}\\:){6}((\\d|[1-9]\\d|1\\d\\d|2[0-4]\\d|25[0-5])\\.){3}(\\d|[1-9]\\d|1\\d\\d|2[0-4]\\d|25[0-5])))(\\:(0|[1-9]\\d*))?(/([^?#\\s/]+/)*)?([^?#\\s/]+(\\?[^?#\\s/]*)?(#[A-Za-z][\\w.:-]*)?)?", - linkDialogTemplate: [ - "<table><tr><td>", - "<label for='${id}_urlInput'>${url}</label>", - "</td><td>", - "<input dojoType='dijit.form.ValidationTextBox' regExp='${urlRegExp}' required='true' id='${id}_urlInput' name='urlInput'>", - "</td></tr><tr><td>", - "<label for='${id}_textInput'>${text}</label>", - "</td><td>", - "<input dojoType='dijit.form.ValidationTextBox' required='true' id='${id}_textInput' name='textInput'>", - "</td></tr><tr><td colspan='2'>", - "<button dojoType='dijit.form.Button' type='submit'>${set}</button>", - "</td></tr></table>" - ].join(""), - - constructor: function(){ - var _this = this; - this.tag = this.command == 'insertImage' ? 'img' : 'a'; - var messages = dojo.i18n.getLocalization("dijit._editor", "LinkDialog", this.lang); - var dropDown = (this.dropDown = new dijit.TooltipDialog({ - title: messages[this.command + "Title"], - execute: dojo.hitch(this, "setValue"), - onOpen: function(){ - _this._onOpenDialog(); - dijit.TooltipDialog.prototype.onOpen.apply(this, arguments); - }, - onCancel: function(){ - setTimeout(dojo.hitch(_this, "_onCloseDialog"),0); - }, - onClose: dojo.hitch(this, "_onCloseDialog") - })); - - this.button = new this.buttonClass({ - label: "my plugin button", - showLabel: true, - iconClass: "", - dropDown: this.dropDown, - tabIndex: "-1" - }); - - messages.urlRegExp = this.urlRegExp; - messages.id = dijit.getUniqueId(this.declaredClass.replace(/\./g,"_")); - dropDown.setContent(dropDown.title + "<hr>" + dojo.string.substitute(this.linkDialogTemplate, messages)); - dropDown.startup(); - }, - - setValue: function(args){ - // summary: callback from the dialog when user hits "set" button - //TODO: prevent closing popup if the text is empty - this._onCloseDialog(); - if(dojo.isIE){ //see #4151 - var a = dojo.withGlobal(this.editor.window, "getAncestorElement", dijit._editor.selection, [this.tag]); - if(a){ - dojo.withGlobal(this.editor.window, "selectElement", dijit._editor.selection, [a]); - } - } - args.tag = this.tag; - args.refAttr = this.tag == 'img' ? 'src' : 'href'; - //TODO: textInput should be formatted by escapeXml - var template = "<${tag} ${refAttr}='${urlInput}' _djrealurl='${urlInput}'" + - (args.tag == 'img' ? " alt='${textInput}'>" : ">${textInput}") + - "</${tag}>"; - this.editor.execCommand('inserthtml', dojo.string.substitute(template, args)); - }, - - _onCloseDialog: function(){ - // FIXME: IE is really messed up here!! - if(dojo.isIE){ - if("_savedSelection" in this){ - var b = this._savedSelection; - delete this._savedSelection; - this.editor.focus(); - var range = this.editor.document.selection.createRange(); - range.moveToBookmark(b); - range.select(); - } - }else{ - this.editor.focus(); - } - }, - - _onOpenDialog: function(){ - var a = dojo.withGlobal(this.editor.window, "getAncestorElement", dijit._editor.selection, [this.tag]); - var url, text; - if(a){ - url = a.getAttribute('_djrealurl'); - text = this.tag == 'img' ? a.getAttribute('alt') : a.textContent || a.innerText; - dojo.withGlobal(this.editor.window, "selectElement", dijit._editor.selection, [a, true]); - }else{ - text = dojo.withGlobal(this.editor.window, dijit._editor.selection.getSelectedText); - } - // FIXME: IE is *really* b0rken - if(dojo.isIE){ - this._savedSelection = this.editor.document.selection.createRange().getBookmark(); - } - this.dropDown.reset(); - this.dropDown.setValues({urlInput: url || '', textInput: text || ''}); - //dijit.focus(this.urlInput); - } - } - ); - - /* the following code registers my plugin */ - dojo.subscribe(dijit._scopeName + ".Editor.getPlugin",null,function(o){ - if(o.plugin){ return; } - if(o.args.name == "myPlugin"){ - return new myPlugin({}); - } - }); - </script> -</head> -<body> - <div dojoType="dijit.Editor" id="editor1" extraPlugins="['myPlugin']"><p> - This editor should have my custom create link plugin - </p></div> -</body> -</html>
\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_RichText.html b/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_RichText.html deleted file mode 100644 index 0428edf..0000000 --- a/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_RichText.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,59 +0,0 @@ -<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01//EN" - "http://www.w3.org/TR/html4/strict.dtd"> -<html> -<head> - - <title>Rich Text System Test</title> - - <style type="text/css"> - @import "../../../dojo/resources/dojo.css"; - @import "../css/dijitTests.css"; - </style> - <script type="text/javascript" src="../../../dojo/dojo.js" - djConfig="parseOnLoad: true, isDebug: true"></script> - <script type="text/javascript" src="../_testCommon.js"></script> - - <script type="text/javascript" src="../../_editor/selection.js"></script> - <script type="text/javascript" src="../../_editor/RichText.js"></script> - <script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"> - dojo.require("dijit._editor.RichText"); - dojo.require("dojo.parser"); // scan page for widgets and instantiate them - </script> - -</head> -<body> - - <h1 class="testTitle">Rich Text Test</h1> - - <div style="border: 1px dotted black;"> - <h3>thud</h3> - <textarea dojoType="dijit._editor.RichText" id="editor1" - styleSheets="../../../dojo/resources/dojo.css"> - <h1>header one</h1> - <ul> - <li>Right click on the client area of the page (ctrl-click for Macintosh). Menu should open.</li> - <li>Right click on each of the form controls above. Menu should open.</li> - <li>Right click near the righthand window border. Menu should open to the left of the pointer.</li> - <li>Right click near the bottom window border. Menu should open above the pointer.</li> - </ul> - </textarea> - <button onclick="dijit.byId('editor1').addStyleSheet('test_richtext.css')">add stylesheet</button> - <button onclick="dijit.byId('editor1').removeStyleSheet('test_richtext.css')">remove stylesheet</button> - </div> - - <div style="border: 1px dotted black;"> - <h3>blah</h3> - <div dojoType="dijit._editor.RichText" - styleSheets="../../dojo/resources/dojo.css"> - <ul> - <li>Right click on the client area of the page (ctrl-click for Macintosh). Menu should open.</li> - <li>Right click on each of the form controls above. Menu should open.</li> - <li>Right click near the righthand window border. Menu should open to the left of the pointer.</li> - <li>Right click near the bottom window border. Menu should open above the pointer.</li> - </ul> - </div> - <h3>..after</h3> - </div> - -</body> -</html> diff --git a/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_ToggleDir.html b/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_ToggleDir.html deleted file mode 100644 index ec66c75..0000000 --- a/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_ToggleDir.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,37 +0,0 @@ -<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01//EN" - "http://www.w3.org/TR/html4/strict.dtd"> -<html> -<head> - <title>Editor Test2</title> - <style type="text/css"> - @import "../../../dojo/resources/dojo.css"; - @import "../css/dijitTests.css"; - </style> - <script type="text/javascript" src="../../../dojo/dojo.js" - djConfig="parseOnLoad: true, isDebug: true"></script> - <script type="text/javascript" src="../_testCommon.js"></script> - - <script type="text/javascript"> - dojo.require("dijit.Editor"); - dojo.require("dijit._editor.plugins.ToggleDir"); - dojo.require("dojo.parser"); // scan page for widgets and instantiate them - </script> -<!-- - <script type="text/javascript" src="../../_editor/plugins/ToggleDir.js"></script> - <script type="text/javascript" src="../../Editor.js"></script> - <script type="text/javascript" src="../../_editor/_Plugin.js"></script> ---> -</head> -<body> - <div style="border: 1px dotted black;"> - <textarea dojoType="dijit.Editor" - extraPlugins="['toggleDir','|','dijit._editor.plugins.ToggleDir','|',{name:'dijit._editor.plugins.ToggleDir'}]"> - <ol> - <li>the toggleDir plugin provides an extra button on the toolbar to switch text direction (BiDi) of the - edited document. Useful when right-to-left languages like Hebrew and Arabic are combined with - left-to-right languages like English.</li> - </ol> - </textarea> - </div> -</body> -</html> diff --git a/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_richtext.css b/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_richtext.css deleted file mode 100644 index 933acb8..0000000 --- a/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_richtext.css +++ /dev/null @@ -1,4 +0,0 @@ -h1 { - border: 1px solid black; - background-color:red; -} diff --git a/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_richtext.css.commented.css b/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_richtext.css.commented.css deleted file mode 100644 index 933acb8..0000000 --- a/includes/js/dijit/tests/_editor/test_richtext.css.commented.css +++ /dev/null @@ -1,4 +0,0 @@ -h1 { - border: 1px solid black; - background-color:red; -} |