• WordNet 3.6
    • n leafage the main organ of photosynthesis and transpiration in higher plants
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Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • n Leafage Leaves, collectively; foliage.
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Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
    • n leafage Leaves collectively; foliage.
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • ns Leafage leaves collectively: abundance of leaves: season of leaves or leafing
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
A.S. leáf; Ger. laub, Dut. loof, a leaf.


In literature:

Some people love the country but in the time of leafage!
"John Splendid" by Neil Munro
The April sun bathed the tender leafage of the trees in light.
"The Gods are Athirst" by Anatole France
A chilly west wind blew up the dust before him and stirred the parched leafage of the valley.
"Robert Elsmere" by Mrs. Humphry Ward
I jumped off my horse, and led it through a small opening in the leafage.
"Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Volume 54, No. 338, December 1843" by Various
Fearing the enemy might have tracked him, he stood as still as a mouse in the leafage of the oak.
"Blackbeard: Buccaneer" by Ralph D. Paine
The other shore was a high, overhanging bank, from whose top drooped a varied leafage of birch, ash, poplar, and hemlock.
"The Watchers of the Trails" by Charles G. D. Roberts
It was at the end of May; the meadow was like a rug of rich emerald velvet, and the willows were freshly decked in their pale leafage.
"The Huntress" by Hulbert Footner
Now come the days of revelry on the leafage, in the mild morning sun.
"The Glow-Worm and Other Beetles" by Jean Henri Fabre
Their principal food is the leafage and young shoots of various trees, the wild fig being a favorite.
"Due West" by Maturin Murray Ballou
The leafage is in tent-stitch.
"Art in Needlework" by Lewis F. Day
The trees were red and brown and yellow in their incipient leafage.
"A Christmas Accident and Other Stories" by Annie Eliot Trumbull
It was plainly straight at him, through the ineffectual screen of the leafage, that the dreadful insect was staring.
"In the Morning of Time" by Charles G. D. Roberts
In the thick leafage there was a swaying, which moved down along the bank, but he could not see what was causing it.
"The Backwoodsmen" by Charles G. D. Roberts
There is no native grass, as I have before mentioned, and the feed is tree leafage.
"Brighter Britain! (Volume 1 of 2)" by William Delisle Hay
The hills, with their green pastoral slopes and abundant leafage, are a delight to the eye in fresh spring and tinted fall.
"Literary Tours in The Highlands and Islands of Scotland" by Daniel Turner Holmes
No wonder that they array themselves in so broad an expanse of leafage.
"Little Masterpieces of Science:" by Various
Farther back glimpses of the glittering fence are caught through the scanty leafage.
"The Lonely Way--Intermezzo--Countess Mizzie" by Arthur Schnitzler
The near leafage of Claude.
"Modern Painters Volume I (of V)" by John Ruskin
Thus, the leafage in Fig.
"The Elements of Drawing" by John Ruskin
XIII., and observe the modifications of form of profile which resulted from the changing contours of the leafage; for up to Sec.
"The Stones of Venice, Volume I (of 3)" by John Ruskin

In poetry:

You can bend the woods with blossom,
What is there you cannot do?
All the branches burst with leafage,
What's a little child to you?
"Childless" by Anonymous Irish
Glad wings, that floated ere the suns arose
Down pillared lines of ever-fruited trees,
Where thro' the many-gladed leafage flows
The uncreated noon of Paradise:
"On The Picture Of An Angel" by Digby Mackworth Dolben
Perhaps it's time, since there falls
From trees all leafage that has been
and shone,
To look our past calmly in the face
When its track of shade starts to pain.
"Perhaps It's Time" by Tudor Arghezi
Crown me with roses,
Crown me really With roses -
Roses which burn out
On a forehead burning So soon out!
Crown me with roses
And with fleeting leafage. That will do.
"Crown Me with Roses" by Fernando Pessoa
Hail! throstle, by thy ringing voice descried,
Not by the wanderings of the tuneless wing!
Now once again where forkëd boughs divide,
Lost in green leafage thou dost perch and sing:
Trilling, shrilling, far and wide,
``It is Spring.''
"A Souless Singer" by Alfred Austin
A silvery ribbon through the flowering green--
The icy billows of the river foam,
Above her clay-white strand are verdant arbours seen,
Spun o'er with leafage, through the waking land between,
And where the azure river's currents roam.
"The Old Grey House" by Semen Yakovlevich Nadson