• WordNet 3.6
    • adj snuffling liable to sniffle
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In literature:

The sound of her snuffling and sobs was the only clue to her direction.
"Told in the East" by Talbot Mundy
Go when you will, you find somebody snuffling over that tomb.
"The Innocents Abroad, Part 2 of 6" by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)
Little could be seen of their faces; they were snuffled to the eyes.
"The March Of The White Guard" by Gilbert Parker
Sid snuffled a bit and Mary went off crying with all her heart.
"The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Part 4." by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)
But the minute I opened the dawer up it came ter the drawerin' room and went snuffling rahnd everywhere.
"The Christian A Story" by Hall Caine
But he drooped his eyes, snuffled excuses, and stammered of 'unworthy suspicions' and 'no ill-will.
"Martin Hewitt, Investigator" by Arthur Morrison
Put 'em through every stage of grief from the snuffles to the snorts.
"Old Gorgon Graham" by George Horace Lorimer
If you want to snuffle, go and snuffle on deck.
"Lady of the Barge and Others, Entire Collection" by W.W. Jacobs
After a moment he straightened, snuffled, and smiled, opening his lips with a dry click.
"The Maid-At-Arms" by Robert W. Chambers
NOTE James M'Connet speaks broad Scotch very thick, and snuffles a little.
"The Journal of Negro History, Vol. I. Jan. 1916" by Various

In poetry:

"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

In news:

Snuffling around in a Plexiglas box that it knows well, a black and white rat catches a whiff of chocolate cookies.