I have benches but no table, I have swings but no mood. I can be parallel or a reverse move, I can be a place for a dog or a state of a car. What am I?

A three piece stand So you don’t have to hold Anything in your hand

I sit above arches, under a crown. What am I, that creases when you frown?

I show up when you make some dough, The more you earn, the more I grow. I’m taken by kings and claimed by states, In Europe, I pave roads and educate. Across the pond, I take a bite, To fund a war you shouldn't fight.

This age of man has passed yet near. What liberty is made of before one hundred fifty years, periodically forged together with sn-ears.