Mow Cop and Scholar Green railway station was a station on the North Staffordshire Railway between Stoke-on-Trent and Congleton. It served the village of Mow Cop.
The station was opened by the North Staffordshire Railway on 9 October 1848. The station closed in 1964 and was immortalised in that year in the song "Slow Train" by Flanders and Swann. The signal box survived in use until 2002, and is now preserved privately in the village.
| Preceding station | Historical railways | Following station | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Congleton Line and station open | North Staffordshire Railway Macclesfield to Stoke Line | Kidsgrove Line and station open | ||
| North Staffordshire Railway Potteries Loop Line | Kidsgrove Liverpool Road Line and station closed |
Famous quotes containing the words mow, scholar, green, railway and/or station:
“We raised a simple prayer
Before we left the spot,
That in the general mowing
That place might be forgot;
Or if not all so favored,
Obtain such grace of hours
That none should mow the grass there
While so confused with flowers.”
—Robert Frost (1874–1963)
“Inaction is cowardice, but there can be no scholar without the heroic mind.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)
“Of a green evening, clear and warm,
She bathed in her still garden, while
The red-eyed elders watching, felt
The basses of their beings throb
In witching chords, and their thin blood
Pulse pizzicati of Hosanna.”
—Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)
“Her personality had an architectonic quality; I think of her when I see some of the great London railway termini, especially St. Pancras, with its soot and turrets, and she overshadowed her own daughters, whom she did not understand—my mother, who liked things to be nice; my dotty aunt. But my mother had not the strength to put even some physical distance between them, let alone keep the old monster at emotional arm’s length.”
—Angela Carter (1940–1992)
“[T]here is no situation so deplorable ... as that of a gentlewoman in real poverty.... Birth, family, and education become misfortunes when we cannot attain some means of supporting ourselves in the station they throw us into. Our friends and former acquaintances look on it as a disgrace to own us.... If we were to attempt getting our living by any trade, people in that station would think we were endeavoring to take their bread out of their mouths.”
—Sarah Fielding (1710–1768)