We sailed as soon as Grue, gobbling and snuffling, had cleaned up the last crumb of food.
"Police!!!" by Robert W. Chambers
It sounded like the snuffling progress of an undine across the roof!
"The Sky Is Falling" by Lester del Rey
A snuffling, heavier than a man's panting.
"Star Hunter" by Andre Alice Norton
But it must needs turn aside to go snuffling at the rifle and lick the oil off the locks.
"The Literary World Seventh Reader" by Various
Diana sniffed and snuffled, scrubbed her eyes with her checked apron, and rocked back and forth.
"Good Cheer Stories Every Child Should Know" by Various
Snorted and splashed and puffed and snuffled and blew.
"Gigolo" by Edna Ferber
You would catch cold and have the sniffle-snuffles.
"Uncle Wiggily and Old Mother Hubbard" by Howard R. Garis
This is sometimes denoted by a chronic discharge, a snuffling in the breathing, and a contraction of the nostril.
"Special Report on Diseases of the Horse" by United States Department of Agriculture
This cold often shows itself by sneezing and "snuffles" in the nose.
"The Physical Life of Woman:" by Dr. George H Napheys
True, but the last-comer snuffles exactly as my lost Willy snuffled.
"The Lowest Rung" by Mary Cholmondeley
"I hear again the snuffled tones,
I see in dreary vision
Dyspeptic dreamers, spiritual bores,
And prophets with a mission.
"A Spiritual Manifestation" by John Greenleaf Whittier
With snuffle and sniff and handkerchief,
The folk who loved you not
Will bury you, and go wondering
Back home. And you will rot.
"Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia" by Rupert Brooke
"T is work, work, work," he muttered,—
"And for rest a snuffle of psalms!"
He smote on his leathern apron
With his brown and waxen palms.
"Cobbler Keezar's Vision" by John Greenleaf Whittier
Then Grandmother snuffled a teardrop
And said. "It is jest like I suz
T’ th’ parson—Grandfather’s liver
Ain’t what it used to was:
"A Pastoral" by Ellis Parker Butler
E--Why must I sneeze and snuffle, groan and cough,
If my hat's on my head, or if it's off?
Why must I sink all poetry in this prose,
The everlasting blowing of my nose?
"Eclogue:Composed at Cannes, December 9th, 1867" by Edward Lear
"What's the use of making the young one cry?
Say, what's the use of being a fool?
Sling the little one up here whar he can see,
He won't git the snuffles a-ridin' with me,--
The night ain't any too cool."
"Golyer" by John Hay